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nerdzzone · 3 years

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Only For A Moment: November [part two]

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

18+

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: October + November [part one]

Note: Life is very hectic at the moment so this was edited quite quickly. I think I caught all the mistakes, but I’m sorry if there’s any accidentally left in.

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The photo shoot the next day went amazingly well. After being out of work for almost ten months, it took me a little while to get back into the swing of it, but I hit my stride quickly once I'd settled in. It helped that I was working with people who made my job almost effortless. Sebastian and Anthony had such good chemistry and were so good at what they do that we got through the day with no hiccups and I had more than enough photos to give Marvel what they'd asked for ten times over.

When I got back to the hotel room, I was in a great mood and it was made even better by the surprise for Chris that I had with me.

"Chris?" I called out as I walked into our large suite. "I'm back!"

He lifted an arm to wave from where he was sitting on the couch, his attention still fixed on the football game that was on the TV.

"How was the shoot?" He asked. "How are Mackie and Seb?"

I smiled, knowing he was about to be very excited as I answered him.

"Why don't you ask them yourself?"

That question got his attention and his head shot around to see what I was talking about. As his eyes landed on the two men standing behind me, a grin burst onto his face.

"No way!" He laughed as he leapt up to join us. "Hey, guys!"

All of us - Chris included - had been tested several times over the last few days to make sure that we were all virus free. There was obviously a small chance that one of us could have picked it up some time after one of the many negative results, but I was fairly confident that was pretty unlikely as we'd all been as careful as possible so I'd invited them over for a few drinks. Our hotel room was big enough for us to all keep our distance anyway and I knew that Chris would appreciate the chance to catch up with his friends.

They both greeted Chris before Anthony looked around the room.

"This place is nice!" He observed. "Marvel must love you, you could fit my room in here at least three times!"

"It's not Marvel who loves me," I smirked. "It's Chris - he upgraded our room."

There was a goofy grin on Chris' face as our two guests 'aww'd' in tandem.

"That was too cheesy," Anthony teased. "But man, don't you love me too? Where's my upgrade?"

"I'll get you next time," Chris laughed. "But to be honest, I thought you'd be staying with Sebastian now that you two are a power couple."

Sebastian snorted out a laugh, but Anthony nodded his head.

"I know, man! That's what I said, but Sebastian still won't tell me where he lives!"

"Because you're so obsessed with my couch that I'm worried you'll steal it!"

"Shouldn't buy yourself a five thousand dollar couch if you don't want people to talk about it," Anthony joked, making Sebastian roll his eyes.

"It didn't cost anywhere near that much money. You've never even seen it, I don't know where you got all these ideas from."

"When are you two getting married?" I interrupted with a smirk on my face as they both turned to look at me, their confusion clear. "Sorry, you've just been bickering like an old married couple all day. I was wondering when you were going to make it official."

"That's what we should be asking you two!" Anthony turned it around. "When did this happen anyway?"

"April," Chris answered, sliding his arm around my waist to pull me close. "After a month trapped in a house with me with no other options, she was finally desperate enough to give me a chance."

"That is not what happened," I laughed. "It was more just the fact that being trapped in a house together made us finally have some tough conversations that we'd never had the guts to have before."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Anthony grinned. "And some people owe me some money because I knew you'd get together eventually."

"Wait, you were betting on us?" Chris asked. "With who?"

"Not me," Sebastian was quick to interject, but Anthony just shrugged.

"There was a bunch of us in on it," he admitted. "Downey, Pratt, Renner, Hemsworth, Paul Rudd, Lizzie Olsen, and I think even the Russos. Someone was keeping track of it, I'll have to make some phone calls."

"I don't even want to hear about this," I laughed, shaking my head. I wasn't at all surprised, they were a tight crew and there was plenty of downtime on set for them to get up to all kinds of antics, but I had no desire to hear who was betting on our situation. "So, shall we have some drinks? What does everyone want? I figured we could just order from room service."

After a brief discussion on the matter, we ordered several beers for the men and a bottle of wine for me. It arrived with impressive speed - no doubt a perk of being with a group of celebrities in a penthouse suite - and we all settled around the living room, trying our best to keep some distance between us.

We chatted and caught up, discussing what we'd done to keep ourselves busy through lockdown and when things might start to be more normal - the usual pandemic conversations. The boys were just delving into some sports discussions that were totally lost on me when I received a message from Lisa saying that Grayson was having a bit of a moment and asked if I was able to call. It broke my heart to think of him missing us so I excused myself and did as she asked.

He was crying when she passed him the phone and I felt awful, immediately filled with guilt that we’d selfishly decided to stay in New York for the whole weekend. We would have arrived home quite late if we left right after the shoot, but as I couldn't remember the last time that he’d stayed overnight with someone other than Chris or I, it suddenly seemed cruel to have left him for so long.

He was in bed already, but unable to fall asleep so I chatted with him for a bit before singing him the lullaby that I'd been singing to him since he was born. It worked like a charm and once he was out, Lisa took the phone back.

"Is he doing okay?" I asked, fighting back tears of my own. "Has he been like this all day?"

"No, no, of course not!" She assured me. "He's been totally fine, we've had a great time. He just got a bit weepy as I was tucking him in."

"I'm glad he's been having fun," I sniffled. "I hate to think of him being upset."

"He's just fine, sweetheart," she insisted. "This will be good for all of you. It's good for him to get used to being away from you two and it must be nice for you two to have a break."

"It is," I admitted. "It just feels selfish when he's upset like that."

"Well, sometimes even us moms need to be a little selfish," Lisa laughed. "And selfishly on my part, it's been wonderful having him here."

I smiled, knowing she had been quite excited about their little sleepover.

"We really appreciate you taking him."

"It's absolutely my pleasure. Now, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing and I will see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Lisa. I'll message you when we're heading out so you know when to expect us."

She assured me that they'd be home whenever we arrived and we said our goodbyes before I headed back out to the living room.

"Everything okay?" Chris asked as soon as I sat down.

"Yeah, for the most part," I sighed. "Grayson just got a bit upset at bedtime, I guess. He was crying and wanted to talk to me, but he's fine now."

Sensing I was feeling a bit emotional about it, Chris reached out and squeezed my hand as Anthony spoke.

"I was hoping you'd bring the little man with you. How's he doing?"

I smiled as a grin burst onto Chris' face. He went into a long, somewhat boastful explanation of just how good Grayson was doing, informing them of his extensive dinosaur knowledge and his impressive skills on his bike. It was heartwarming to hear the pride in his voice as he spoke and it was even nicer to see Sebastian and Anthony's genuine interest in hearing about him.

"They grow so damn fast, don't they?" Anthony commented. "One day they can hardly move and then suddenly they're practically BMX champions."

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "It took a good five months for me to allow him to take his training wheels off. He won't be BMX-ing any time soon."

"Well, I hear things are always scarier with the first one," Sebastian pointed out. "Maybe your next one can be the extreme sports star."

"Yeah, that's a good point," Anthony agreed. "When are you having another?"

I tossed back my last sip of wine before letting out a laugh at that question and side-eyeing Chris as I poured myself another glass.

"Did Chris pay you to ask me that?"

"No!" Anthony laughed. "But it's been, what? Four years? Seems like it's about time for another."

Chris snickered as he took a swig from the bottle of beer he was drinking, clearly feeling validated by Anthony's comments, but I just shook my head.

"We've been together for less than a year," I reminded them. "That's hardly long enough to start thinking about another baby."

"Sure, it is," Anthony shrugged. "Maybe not if the relationship is brand new, but you already have one kid, what's the harm in throwing another in the mix?"

"And we already know that we can work together as parents through complicated situations."

I shot Chris a look after his interjection because I really didn't think his friends needed to be involved in a discussion like this, but Sebastian chimed in as the voice of reason.

"It's more complicated than that though, isn't it?" He asked. "Babies are stressful and can ruin a relationship if you're not ready for it."

"Exactly! Thank you, Seb."

"What does he know?" Anthony teased. "He's never had a baby."

I rolled my eyes as I sipped my drink, trying to ignore Chris' smug face.

"If you're such a big fan of the idea, Anthony, why don't you have more kids?"

"More? I already have four!" He laughed. "That's more than enough. Hell, after being in lockdown with them, you could have one of mine if you're not ready to have another of your own."

"I think we're good with one right now," I insisted with a smile. "At least until we see where this whole pandemic thing ends."

"Alright, alright, that's fair," Anthony relented. "But just remember when the time comes, Anthony is a solid name. Or even Antonia for a girl."

"Actually," I smirked. "I do quite like the name Sebastian."

Sebastian barked out a laugh over Anthony's protests as Chris came up with a compromise.

"Sebastian Anthony Evans?" He suggested.

"Can you imagine?" I giggled. "Your fans would lose their minds. You'd have to raise him together, you could make a reality show out of it."

"That's a money making opportunity right there," Anthony grinned. "You just let me know when you need me to show up."

"As entertaining as that sounds, it won't be any time soon," I insisted before changing the subject. "What about you, Sebastian? How's your love life going? Any babies on the horizon?"

His cheeks instantly tinged pink at the attention being flipped onto him as he answered the question and Anthony’s teasing shifted to him.

About an hour later, after our guests left, I found myself stretched out on the couch with my head in Chris' lap as he ran his fingers through my hair. It felt so good that I was resisting the urge to purr like a happy cat when Chris distracted me with a question.

"How was the shoot?" He asked. "I just realized that I never got an answer."

"It was great," I smiled up at him. "It felt weird at first after being away for so long, but Sebastian and Anthony are such goofs. It helped me relax and get back into it."

I felt his body shake as he chuckled, no doubt knowing his friends well enough to imagine the antics they got up to.

"I'm glad it went well. Maybe now there's more projects starting up, you'll start getting more job offers again and you won't have to go so long without doing it."

"Oh, I've had plenty of job offers," I admitted. "But most of them I'd have to travel for or they just seem too risky."

Chris was clearly surprised by that confession as I hadn't mentioned any of the proposals I'd received to him, but it didn't seem important when I'd never even considered taking any of the jobs.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" He asked. "We could have worked something out and made it happen."

"Because I didn't want to accept any of the offers," I assured him. "I don't feel super comfortable flying around the country right now and most of them had pretty half-assed safety protocols in place. This was the first one that was close by and had a clear and thorough safety plan. Marvel wanted me for Wandavision too, but I would’ve had to go to L.A. and I didn't feel great about that."

Chris frowned, his fingers pausing momentarily in my hair as he mulled over my answer.

"I get it, that's solid reasoning," he nodded. "But I'm sorry you've had to make decisions like that. I know you love what you do."

"So do you," I shrugged. "So do a lot of people who are currently out of work. I've got it pretty good, I try to focus on that."

"Sure, but that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to miss things too," Chris insisted before letting out a sigh. "Do you ever worry that things won't ever get back to normal?"

As I looked up at him and saw the melancholy look on his face, I felt a wave of vulnerability wash over me.

"Not really," I admitted. "I worry more about what will happen when they do..."

"Oh?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "How come?"

"Well, don't get me wrong, I don't want anyone to get sick anymore and I don't want any more people to die. I want to see my family again and meet my nephew and I want Grayson to be able to go to school and make friends," I prefaced my statement. "But for us, it's been really nice. We've been able to figure each other out and build our relationship without anything else interfering and I just worry that when things go back to normal, it won't work."

The hurt that flashed across Chris' face made my chest tighten. I hadn't meant to upset him, but it was foolish of me to think that my doubts wouldn't be hard to hear.

"You don't think we'll stay together when the lockdowns are all done?"

"No, that's not what I meant!"

"Well, that's what you said..."

"I said it was something I worry about," I clarified. "And I do. It'll be a lot harder when we're both working again."

"It's one thing to think it'll be harder," Chris scowled. "It's another to think we can't make it work. Are you planning on running at the first sign of trouble?"

Feeling the panic bubbling inside me, I pulled my head out of Chris' lap and sat up so I was facing him. I did want to run away in that moment - his harsh tone hurting my feelings and making my defences bubble to the surface - but I reminded myself of how avoiding our problems had worked for us in the past and tried to stay calm and explain myself.

"I'm not going to run away, Chris," I assured him. "And I don't really appreciate the way you're speaking to me right now. You asked a question and I explained my feelings, but instead of wanting to talk through that, you're immediately getting upset. I'm allowed to have concerns and all you're doing right now is making them worse."

Despite my frustrations, I kept my voice calm as I spoke and it seemed to have the desired effect as the tension in Chris' body eased slightly.

"Sorry, you're right," he sighed. "I just thought we've been doing so well, I'm surprised that you still have doubts."

"We're just living in such a bubble right now," I pointed out. "When everything goes back to normal and we're both back at work more, we'll be so busy. Balancing that with making sure Grayson gets enough of our attention, it might not leave much time for us and that would strain any relationship."

"It'll be more of a challenge than it is now," Chris agreed, his words spoken cautiously as if they were carefully chosen. "But most parents struggle with balancing their relationship with time spent with their kids. We'll just have to make the effort."

"But we have more to cope with than most parents."

He looked skeptical of that claim.

"How so?"

"Well, you'll be away a lot once you start filming things again," I reminded him, knowing that his next project had plans to film in L.A. and Europe. "And you'll be surrounded by beautiful, smart, talented women who I pale in comparison to."

"That’s not true, but regardless, I won't even look at them twice." His voice was firm and for a moment I worried that he was annoyed again, but as he took my hand in his and lifted his eyes to meet mine, he just seemed sincere. "I love you, Whitney. I only want to be with you."

"I know, I do, I know that. I love you too and I trust you, but I guess it just still feels like you being in love with me is too good to be true."

"I don't think that you do know," Chris insisted. "I'm completely committed to you. I know it's only been a few months, but it's been some of the best months of my life. What we've been doing - you, me and Grayson just hangin’ out and being a family - it's what I've been dreaming of since he was born, it's what I've always wanted. I can't imagine a future without you in it, I don't even want to think about it. I love you and I love the life we're building together."

I felt my eyes grow glassy as he spoke, my heart melting at his words.

"Wow," I murmured quietly. It was a lame response to such heartfelt words, but I was trying to process everything he’d said and, after a moment of staring into his beautiful eyes, I choked out a laugh. "That almost sounded like a proposal."

Chris chuckled and nodded his head.

"I know. Even I wondered where I was going with that for a minute there," he admitted. "It wasn't, but it's all true. I'm in this for as long as you'll have me."

He lifted my hand up to place a kiss on my knuckles and I suddenly felt ridiculous for having any doubts.

"I feel the same," I assured him. "I really do. I don't want you to think that I'm not as invested in this as you are. I just like how things are now and thinking about it changing scares me."

"It'll be different, but we can make it work."

I smiled and crawled into his laps, letting my knees rest on either side of his thighs.

"I guess I've just been spoiled these last few months," I mused, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "I don't want to share you with the world, I want you all to myself."

Chris chuckled as our foreheads rested against each other.

"You really are clingy," he teased. "I always thought I'd be the needy one in this relationship."

"Shut up," I giggled, pressing our lips briefly together again. "And for the record, all those sweet, wonderful things you just said aren't getting you any closer to convincing me we should have another baby yet."

Chris' head fell backwards as a laugh burst from his chest.

"Alright, alright, well, it was worth a shot," he smirked. "But seriously, that's how confident I am in us. It wouldn’t even scare me if we did because I know we can handle it."

I smiled even though I probably didn't share quite that much confidence in our future. I wouldn't bet against us, but I wasn't ready to bring a baby into a situation that might not be such smooth sailing in a few months.

"We have to think about Grayson too though," I pointed out. "He's had a lot to deal with the last few months, a lot of big changes. Throwing a sibling at him on top of everything else might be a little bit cruel."

"That's true," Chris relented, looking a bit defeated for a moment until a smile slid onto his face. "He'll be such a good big brother though. He'll be so excited to teach him everything he knows."

"Him?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "We're going to have another boy, are we?"

"Him or her," Chris shrugged. "I'd be happy either way."

I couldn't help, but smile at his enthusiasm. It was a nice thought even if it was clearly a more distant fantasy for me than it was for Chris.

"One day," I assured him. "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too."

With a strength that never ceased to amaze me, he then stood from the couch, lifting me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, giggling at the impressive feat as he carried me to our bedroom where we spent the rest of the night showing some physical appreciation and love for each other.

December

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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May I request Satan reunites MC with their cat who passed away before the exchange programme? (I have a HC that Satan’s domain in hell is the cat heaven)

Forever My Kitty

Satan x gn!mc fluff

Summary: While mourning the loss of their dearest feline friend, MC is summoned to the Devildom, where she meets a fellow cat lover who end up aiding her in the best way possible

A/N: I love this prompt I need my soft angy man and YES HIS DOMAIN IS CAT HEAVEN, also naming the cat whiskers because its the most simple generic cat name I can think of

Mourning the loss of your pet is not the ideal time to be summoned to Hell. Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened to MC, they showed up to the Devildom with tears running down their face, nose red and runny, and glossy, puffy eyes to top it all off. Just minutes before they’d been summoned they’d discovered the frail lifeless body of their beloved feline, Whiskers.

“Seems like bad timing, I’ll try making this quick so you can get to your new home faster,” a man with tanned skin, golden eyes, and blood-red hair spoke, coming closer with a handkerchief, and wiping the salty tears from their cheeks and giving a soft smile.

After Diavolo’s explanation of why MC was in the Devildom and who the hot demon men they’d be staying with were, MC was quick to crawl into their new bed and continue their sobbing session from earlier that day.

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After a couple of weeks, MC had grown closer with the Demon Brothers. They eventually began to smile and laugh more, allowing the deceased pet to leave their mind for only moments at a time.

MC loved Satan, they thought he was the kindest and most patient out of all the brothers. They understood how much he loved cats, but every time cats were mentioned they couldn’t help the painful stinging in their chest.

Whiskers had been their pet since they were ten years old, losing them after all that time should have been easy, so why wasn’t it?

“MC,” Satan said waving his hand in front of their face, bringing them out of their own head and back into Satan’s room where they sat, studying together, “we’re going to fail the Human Culture exam if you don’t pay attention. When did you tune out? We can start from there,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with MC’s attention span.

“Sorry. The last thing I heard was when we were discussing human world pets,” MC sighed, guilty for causing such trouble for the Avatar of Wrath.

“Are you allergic to cats?” Satan suddenly asked.

“Huh? No?” MC answered, confused about his question, suddenly growing a bit sad thinking about Whiskers once more.

“Cats make you sad, do you not like them?”

MC was a bit taken back. They had been so sure it wasn’t obvious. If I tell him and then he tells his brothers, then they will all call me silly for being so sad about the death of an animal, they wouldn’t understand, MC thought.

They snapped out of it when they felt a hand land on their cheek with a soft and careful touch. Satan had reached over to wipe tears off their cheek. They hadn’t even realized they’d began crying, but now that they were aware they’d already started, their walls broke down and they sobbed loudly.

A panicking Satan pulled them into his chest, letting them cry as he rocked them softly and whispered softly, “I apologize if you don’t like cats I won’t discuss them in your presence anymore-”

“No no no!” MC sat up quickly, worried that Satan was putting too much blame on himself. “If I tell you this... do you mind keeping it quiet and not telling the others? I think they’d find it silly...” MC looked up at him, teary-eyed and hiccupping.

Satan made a motion as if zipping his lips and throwing away the key, making MC smile a bit.

MC explained everything. “The day I was summoned to the Devildom, I showed up crying- you were there, right?” Satan nodded, "Just minutes before I was brought here, I went downstairs for breakfast. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I realized my cat, Whiskers, had not come to see me yet, which was odd as she showed up almost every morning to trip me. I brushed it off as her being old and tired as I saw her resting on the couch. After grabbing some breakfast I sat next to her and pet her. When I noticed how cold she was I tried not to believe that she'd passed away. I cried for a few minutes, preparing to say my final goodbyes and give her a proper burial," MC took a shaky breath and attempted to stop crying, "But just as I opened my mouth to say some final words to her, Diavolo was in front of me and I was no longer in my world."

Satan held MC tighter, "I am so sorry for your loss, MC," He whispered in their ear, "you can cry now. I'm here for you I promise, I won't let anything make you cry like this ever again, I swear on my life."

Satan picked up MC, bringing them over to his bed and laying down with them. When their breathing slowed down and it was obvious they'd fell asleep, he placed a chaste kiss on their forehead, before tucking them under his covers and heading to the library to find a book he knew would be able to help him make MC happy.

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MC stirred, slowly peeling open their eyes and reaching their hand up to wipe the crust that'd formed on their waterline. When they tried lifting their hand though, they found a larger one intertwined with their own. They blushed and suddenly took notice of the larger body spooning them from behind, limbs tangled with theirs and warmth radiating onto their skin. They turned slightly, smiling towards the sleeping blond demon with red cheeks. Hesitantly, they removed their hand from his in order to wipe their eyes and see better.

As MC moved to lay back in their previous position and wait for Satan to wake up, they heard a purring sound from the lounge chair that sat a few feet from the bed, causing them to look up and gasp at the sight before them.

"Whiskers?!" MC shot up, accidentally kicking Satan in their struggle to untangle from the blankets. They fell off the bed, onto the book covered floor still tangled up in a sheet as they quickly crawled to the feline in front of them that had by now woken up and was also making their way to meet MC in the middle.

When MC's hand made contact with the familiar fur and the cat headbutted them with love, they began to cry. This wasn't a dream, Whiskers was here.

"I know the place where cats generally go when they die," a groggy voice came from behind the human. They turned and saw Satan laying on his side, softly smiling at them. "I pulled a few strings to find Whiskers and I brought her here. She's not a normal cat anymore though, she is stronger and has instincts to protect you."

"How so?" Satan reached over, pinching MC's cheeks harshly, to which the feline responded with a hiss and Satan just barely missed its claws. "Whiskers! Be nice to him," MC commanded. Whiskers looked at Satan with disgust, to which he laughed.

"Rescuing her came with a price though..." Satan said, MC tilting their head in response.

Satan pulled off his shirt, causing the human to turn red and look away out of respect for his privacy, no matter how badly they wanted to see him.

"Whiskers didn't seem to like me very much at first, but I think that we'll manage to get along for your sake," the blond said, walking over to MC. MC looked at him and gasped as they saw his abdomen had been scratched up, presumably by Whiskers. "She ruined one of my shirts AND I'm gonna have to listen to Asmo rant about my skin being ruined until further notice, therefore you owe me."

"Anything! I'll do anything to repay you, Satan!" MC smiled innocently, making Satan chuckle as he gripped their jaw softly with one of his hands, turning their face to him. They blushed as he put a hand on their nape.

"I want you to repay me, by allowing me to call you mine," Satan smirks, slightly blushing.

"Sounds like you're just doing ME another favor," MC smiled, tilting their head, brushing their lips against Satan’s softly. The man was about to fully kiss MC when suddenly there was a furry head, pushing them away from each other and begging MC for attention.

"Whiskers! Don't cockblock me!" MC scolded before giggling and wrapping the cat in their arms and crawling over to Satan to hold him as well. They felt complete for the first time in a long time.

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will-lookatwhatwehavehere · 2 years

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Fingers Crosssed

minors dni; hinted nsfw

haikyuu manga spoilers

Osamu Miya x Meian Shūgo

Osamu knew that going to the party was a bad idea. He would have preferred to stay home, watching tv in his apartment with his cat purring in his lap. He had a long week at work, his back was killing him, and he was so socially exhausted that going to a party was a bad idea. It was at the bottom of his list.

But Atsumu kept whining about it, saying how he wanted Osamu to meet all his teammates. And unfortunately for him, it was a moment of weakness, so he caved.

The MSBY house was loud, already filled with drunk, horny idiots. It was annoying, honestly. Osamu was fully prepared to make an appearance, stay for ten minutes, and then leave. He didn’t want his cat Shirou to get too lonely.

He shuffled through the crowd, making his way to the kitchen, where Atsumu was doing body shots off one of his teammates stomach’s. Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn back around and act like he had gotten sick.

“‘Samu!” Atsumu yelled as he lifted his head.

Maybe it was.

Atsumu smacked the stomach of the teammate that was laying on the table, who sat up excitedly. Osamu immediately turned to leave.

“No, no, ‘Samu! Yer here to celebrate and have fun!” Atsumu grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the kitchen.

“‘Tsumu, I’ve been here fer two minutes, and I’ve already seen a used condom on the ground. I’m really grossed out, and I’m tired. Let me go home.” Osamu tried to fight Atsumu’s grip on his wrist, but it was too tight. Atsumu threw his head back as he laughed.

“Ya get used to it. Now, one drink. That’s all ‘m askin’.” Atsumu hiccuped and pulled him further into the kitchen.

“Everyone, Osamu. Osamu, everyone!” Atsumu yelled into the kitchen, and cheers went up in the air.

It was too late now.

One drink became two, which turned into three, and somehow four. Osamu already forgot the names of everyone he met. He somehow got wrapped up in a game of beer pong, and was destroying the guy he was playing against, whose name he was pretty sure was Bokuto.

It helped that his boyfriend was kissing him almost every time it was his turn to throw the ball.

Someone fumbled into the kitchen, and it distracted Osamu long enough to miss his shot.

“That’s four.” The man chuckled, kicking the bra that had tangled around his foot off as he walked into the kitchen. Cheers went up around them, but Osamu kept staring.

The man was taller than he was; he probably had four or five inches over him. His cheeks were flushed with alcohol, and the man was big. His arms were huge, and Osamu got distracted when he ran a hand through his hair.

“Drink up, dude.” Someone laughed next to him. Osamu swallowed, taking the cup from their hands and chugging it, never taking his eyes off the man who entered the scene.

When the lights hit his eyes right, Osamu could see that they were a dark green. Those forest green eyes landed on Osamu, looking him up and down.

“Holy shit, I’m seeing double now.” The man chuckled as he moved to make himself another drunk anyways. Osamu shook himself out of his staring, trying to focus back on the game. But Atsumu gasped and yanked on his arm away from the table.

“Meian! Meian, Meian, Meian, please meet m’brother. Osamu, this is Meian.” Atsumu bowed dramatically, cackling at himself. He immediately got distracted by another teammate, Sakusa, and left them alone. The man, Meian, looked between the two of them, before letting out a loud laugh.

“And I thought I was losing my mind. It’s nice to meet you.” Meian stuck out his hand, and Osamu took it, his eyes never leaving his face.

“I promise I’m not as annoyin’ as him.” Osamu kept shaking his hand, but Meian didn’t pull away. He cackled, throwing his head back.

God damn it he was really hot.

“That’s good to hear. I don’t know if you caught that, but I’m Meian.” He kept shaking Osamu’s hand as well, and Osamu couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping his chest.

“I’m Osamu. Yer really hot.” Osamu babbled. Meian’s eyes went wide before he cackled again. Osamu flushed as he realized what he said, pulling his hand away.

“You’re adorable.” Meian said, barely audible over the music. For once in his life, Osamu was speechless. His heart caught in his throat, and his stomach twisted. He laughed awkwardly, leaning his arm on the table where they were playing beer pong.

“Yo, ‘Samu! Your turn!” Bokuto cackled at him, and Osamu had to pull his eyes away from Meian to focus back on his game.

“Oh, right. I should… It was nice to meetcha.” Osamu fumbled over his words. Meian’s eyes grazed over him before he took a sip from his drink.

“Hopefully I’ll catch you around.” Meian said loud enough above the music. Osamu flushed and nodded his head.

“I’ll be here.”

Meian smirked before he walked away.

“Dude! Stop flirting and finish this off!” The man who stood next to him cackled in his ear. Osamu shook his head, focusing back on the game. Meian was still standing at the edge of the kitchen, his eyes locked on Osamu.

“C’mon cap! Leave the poor guy alone! He looks like a deer in headlights.” Bokuto cackled and Osamu was blushing so hard he thought he was going to pass out. Meian ignored him and kept staring. Osamu let out a breath before throwing his final shot into Bokuto’s last cup. Everyone around them cheered, and Osamu cackled, throwing his head back. Bokuto pouted before taking his drink and chugging it.

Osamu would never admit it to his brother, but he was having fun.

A hand clapped on his back, and Atsumu’s arm slung around his shoulder.

“I have the best idea! Spin the bottle!” Atsumu yelled in Osamu’s ear. Everyone around them cheered, and Osamu rolled his eyes, picking up one of the cups on the table and chugging it.

“That’s a horrible idea.” Sakusa sighed next to him. Atsumu pouted, slinging his other arm around him.

“Ya just don’t know how to have fun, Omi. Come on! Upstairs we go!” Atsumu started dragging them through the crowd, and Osamu could feel eyes lingering on him.

“Why do we hafta go upstairs?” Osamu asked, accidentally running into another party goer. She didn’t notice.

“Because, ‘Samu, there’s not enough room down here! ‘m hopin’ the bottle lands on Omi.” Atsumu spoke way too loudly.

“I’m standing right next to you.” Sakusa huffed.

It was going to be an interesting night, nonetheless.

They all agreed that as soon as it was Atsumu or Osamu’s turn, that they would step out of the circle to risk the chances of them making out with each other, which Osamu was eternally grateful for. They agreed the same rule applies to Sakusa, and his cousin Komori. They also all agreed that nothing passed third base was allowed.

Osamu barely recognized the people that sat around in the circle, only some of them being registered in his brain as Atsumu’s teammates. Other people looked like they were just party goers. But Osamu did recognize Meian, who was sitting right across from him. He was leaning back on one arm, legs crossed, and drinking from a cup. He was staring at Osamu like he was prey.

The stare made his skin crawl, but not in a bad way.

“Okay! My idea, so I go first! Get lost ‘Samu!” Atsumu cackled and Osamu groaned.

“I literally just sat down. If it lands on me, spin again. ‘m not gettin’ up.” Osamu rolled his eyes, and Atsumu smacked his arm.

“Ugh fine! Here I go!”

Here’s what Osamu remembered. Atsumu landed on some girl, who he happily made out with. The girl landed on another girl, who landed on Bokuto, who made out with his boyfriend right afterwards. Bokuto’s boyfriend spun next because his boyfriend was crying, and kissed a guy on the cheek, which made Bokuto cry harder. The guy made out with Komori, which got so out of hand that Osamu thought he would have to start paying them if he continued watching. That bottle landed on a girl, and when she spun, it landed on Meian.

Osamu couldn’t help but stare as the girl crawled into his lap. He chuckled, putting his drink on the ground before putting his hand on her waist. Osamu couldn’t see much with the girl’s head in his way, but there was a part of him that wished he was the one in Meian’s lap. He swallowed that down, instead thinking about his cat, who was home alone.

Osamu sighed, resting his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow digging into his knee. He was spacing out for so long he didn’t realize the bottle had landed on him until whistles went up in the crowd, and Atsumu was smacking his arm.

Osamu swallowed, looking up at Meian, who looked like he just won the lottery. His heart was pounding in his chest and Atsumu was cackling in his ear.

“Be easy on him, cap!” Atsumu laughed, dropping to the floor and holding his stomach. Meian smirked, moving so he was on his hand and knees. The entire circle whistled and cheered as Meian moved slowly. The way he was eyeing Osamu was setting his body on fire.

Meian stopped when he was directly in front of Osamu’s face.

“Hi there.” Meian whispered.

“Hey.” Osamu choked out.

It was silent for a long time, a staring contest. It felt like everyone was holding their breath to see who would break first.

“Do ya come here often?” Osamu tried. Meian laughed, his breath brushing across his face. He reeked of alcohol.

“I sure hope so. I live here.” Meian smirked.

“That’s not what I meant.” Osamu whispered. Meian laughed, before leaning in to kiss Osamu’s jawline. The touch was so soft that Osamu felt like he was trembling.

“In that case, no, I don’t. But I’d like to.” Meian whispered against his jawline, before pressing a kiss on Osamu’s neck.

“Ya don’t have to flirt with me y’know.” Osamu whispered, but there were no power to his words. Meian lifted his head, leaning in so their noses were brushing.

“I know. I’m letting the tension build.”

“Ya could just kiss me.” Osamu whispered, barely audible over the loud thudding of his heartbeat.

“I will. I just like seeing how far I can push you before you snap.”

“That’s not how ya play this game, Meian.”

“I know.” He muttered before slowly leaning in. It felt like years before Meian’s lips brushed against his, but Osamu took every second of it. The cheers and the whistles turned into white noise as Osamu’s hands went into his hair.

Meian kissed him so gently that butterflies flapped around in his stomach. Osamu hummed, and the noise seemed to flip a switch inside of Meian. He lifted a hand to caress Osamu’s face, pressing harder against his lips. Osamu’s entire body felt like it was getting hot.

It was picking up speed faster than Osamu could think. Hot, heavy, open mouthed kisses were pressed against him, and Osamu felt Meian steal every last breath from his lungs. His grip got tighter in Meian’s hair, which pulled a groan out of his chest. Osamu sighed, before licking Meian’s bottom lip.

Before he knew it, his back was on the ground, and Meian had him caged in. Osamu’s head was spinning as Meian’s tongue slipped into his mouth, licking his teeth like it was his last meal. Osamu could feel his eyes roll back into his skull.

“Get it, captain!” Someone called out. Meian chuckled against Osamu’s lips, but didn’t pull away. Osamu used his teeth to pull on his bottom lip. As soon as it snapped back, Meian’s lips were on him again. Every breath they shared was hot, and Osamu couldn’t focus on anything other than Meian.

He teased Meian’s upper lip with his tongue, his grip so tight in his hair that he was afraid he was going to rip it out. Meian groaned against him, pressing another bruised kissed against Osamu’s lips. His tongue was in his mouth again, and Osamu sucked on it. Meian chuckled, his hand moving from Osamu’s face down his chest. Osamu leaned up into the touch, his body burning.

Meian bit down on Osamu’s bottom lip as his hand inched under his shirt. Osamu sighed, but pulled Meian back down to lick into his mouth. Meian’s hand was slowly inching up his stomach, his fingers burning his skin. Osamu was shaking, his body burning with excitement. His hips wouldn’t stop moving, as if they had a mind of their own.

Meian kissed him like a man starving. Teeth were clashing and tongues brushed against each other. Both of them were terribly out of breath, but neither of them wanted to be the one to pull away.

“Oh my god, I can’t watch this.” Atsumu groaned from next to them. Meian didn’t hear him, still kissing Osamu like it was his last day.

Meian was the first to pull away, a string of spit connecting their lips together. But he didn’t give Osamu much of a chance to breathe as he kissed down his neck. He nibbled at the skin where his neck met his shoulder, and Osamu sighed. He wrapped his legs around Meian’s waist.

“I feel like this is breaking so many rules.”

Osamu pulled Meian off his neck by the grip on his hair. He forced their lips to meet again, breathing in all of Meian’s oxygen. It was slower this time, but it was still hot, Meian licking into his mouth any chance he could and Osamu either sucking on his tongue or biting down on his lip.

As soon as Osamu felt Meian’s hips roll against his, he knew he was gone. He let out a moan against Meian, and Meian groaned into his mouth.

“Okay, that's enough. That definitely crossed third base.” Someone said. Meian sighed, kissing Osamu one last time before sitting up in his knees Osamu’s head was still spinning, but Meian looked just as fucked out as he felt. His hair was a mess, his lips all red and swollen, his bottom lip worse. His cheeks were more flushed than they were earlier, and when Osamu glanced down, he could see that Meian was rock hard.

Osamu knew he wasn’t any better.

The circle around them yelled in an uproar, cheering, and whistling making Osamu slowly climb back down to earth. Meian licked his lips like he wanted more, but unfortunately stood up. He walked back to his seat, plopping down at the ground and staring at Osamu.

Osamu leaned back on his arms as Atsumu spinned the bottle, claiming that Osamu had enough for two rounds. He didn’t care. He winked at Meian, who smirked before licking his lips.

Whatever had happened between the two of them wasn’t finished.

—

~crossposted to ao3~

((hello it’s literally six am and this might be horrible, but i just love them okay :(((( might go silly and make a whole fic for them,,,, let me know what you think pls and ty))

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prettyboybarzal · 4 years

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Dancing with Our Hands Tied (2)

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

A/N: Hello, angels!!! Here is part two... As always, let me know what you think! Part three is almost done and will be out next Sunday at 8pm.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

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“You’re practically jail bait for these men, do you understand?”

“I’m 21, not 18,” Sadie protested. It was 9 p.m. on a Friday night and you were standing outside Josh’s apartment dressed for a night out. You were reading her the riot act, knowing damn well that it was probably going in one ear and out the other.

“21 is young enough,” you argued. She rolled her eyes as you continued. “If you can’t find me while we’re out, look for Josh. Or Seth. Or Boone.”

“YN, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“I really hope so.”

The entire week leading up to Sadie’s arrival was stressful to say the least. You had to childproof your entire life just to have a problem free weekend with her, and that included childproofing the boys too.

Because Josh had met Sadie plenty of times before, he was more than happy to have everyone over his house for pre-drinks. It took a weight off your shoulders because being in an enclosed space with your closest friends meant it would be easier to keep tabs on how much alcohol she was consuming. And the more people she met before hitting the club meant there were more people keeping an eye out for her, and you need all eyes on her.

Well, almost all of them. You could do without Pierre’s.

Josh’s apartment was already loud when you arrived, which came as no surprise considering about half the Blue Jackets were inside. When you entered, Sadie gazed around at his apartment like a kid in a candy story.

“This is where Josh lives?”

“This is what a cushy job gets you in Columbus.”

“Why didn’t Mom and Dad force us to become athletes?”

You ventured into the living room and were greeted by an assortment of hoots and hollers. Josh swept Sadie up in a big hug before introducing her to the rest of the boys and some girlfriends in a pretty general introduction. Seth slipped a beer into your hand with a knowing smile that screamed, “I got you. Stop stressing.”

Pierre wasn’t there and you were naive enough to think he might’ve passed on a night out, but then the front door swung open and he was sauntering in with a rack of beers in his hand. Sadie’s eyes cut to yours as he made his rounds to say hello.

When he reached her, he came up short. He narrowed his eyes as he studied the all too familiar facial features.

“You’re YN’s sister,” he spoke. “I’m assuming you already hate me.”

“More or less.”

“I’ll have fun trying to prove you wrong tonight then.”

He stepped away from her and said hello to the remaining few before completely ignoring you and slipping into the kitchen to put his beers in the fridge.

---

The executive decision was made to leave Josh’s apartment around 9:30 p.m., so while you ran off to the bathroom to get ready to go, Sadie flitted off to the kitchen for one final drink. Pierre did the same. When he entered, she was standing in front of the liquor, studying each bottle.

She didn’t even spare him a glance, having clocked him through her peripheral vision and deciding not to engage. He opened the fridge and reached in to receive a new bottle.

“You go to Ohio State, right?” he asked after popping the cap off.

She looked uncertain of him when he asked, but responded, “Yeah, I do.”

“You’re in the,” he paused, thinking for a moment about her class placement, “third year?”

“Yep.”

“How do you like it?” he asked, cocking his hip against the counter. He watched as Sadie poured herself another drink. She sipped it for taste, then added a little more Vodka. “I always got a little jealous of my friends who got to go to school.”

“It’s great,” she answered. “But I don’t think you’re missing out. If you make anything close to what Josh does, I should be jealous of you.” He chuckled softly, lifting the mouth of the bottle to his lips for a swig. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What did you do to my sister?”

He placed the bottle on the counter beside him, fingers swiping along the condensation settling against the label.

“I didn’t make the best first impression and she never gave me the chance to right that wrong,” he answered honestly. “It’s all good, though. I don’t need her to like me.”

Sadie caught the uneasy shift of his eyes from hers to the bottle beside him and decided that he had a shit poker face.

“She’s a tough cookie sometimes,” she murmured. He nodded in agreement, eyebrows nearly raised to his hairline.

“She’s determined, I’ll give her that,” he huffed, shaking his head to himself and taking another sip of beer.

“I’m pretty sure she didn’t like me the first five years I was alive, so don’t worry, maybe you’ll win her over,” Sadie shrugged, giving Pierre a knowing look that he tried to ignore. If he was going to go around spilling secrets to anyone the last person he would choose was your little sister.

“Crazier things have happened, right?”

“Sure,” she said softly. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment like she was trying to decipher what he wasn’t saying. Pierre felt uncomfortable under her gaze, lifting his beer bottle to her and slipping out of the kitchen before she could make him sweat anymore than she already had.

---

As soon as you walked into the club, you threw an arm over Sadie’s shoulder and led her to the bar. Josh and Pierre followed a few steps behind you as the rest of the group left to grab a table. Sadie’s eyes lit up as she studied every bit of the place you all frequented, overjoyed to finally be a part of your Columbus crew.

Sadie propped herself up onto one of the barstools at the bar and you stood beside her to wave down the bartender at the other end. Behind you, Josh and Pierre waited, deep in conversation about something to do with the team.

The bartender was quick to attend to your needs, dropping your drinks off swiftly before moving on to the next group of patrons.

You were busy surveying the land for potential suitors for the evening, not exactly sure if you wanted to end up in Charlie’s bed again or not. For some reason you were finding it hard to take interest in any of the men mingling around the bar with Pierre’s cologne overwhelming your senses as he stood just a few feet behind you.

Sadie seemed to have no interest in the men that were hanging around the bar, which made you feel better at first. That is, until you realized she was eyeing up Pierre and then shifting her gaze back to you. She was up to something, that was never a good sign.

“His name matches his face,” Sadie spoke after glancing at Pierre over your shoulder.

“What does that even mean?”

“He’s fucking hot!” she exclaimed. Her voice carried and while you choked on your drink in front of her, Pierre choked on his own in front of Josh.

“You heard that?” Josh asked him with an amused smile. He nodded slowly, desperately trying to push her words out of his mind. “YN’s blood is probably boiling.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to be castrated by the end of the night.”

“It was nice knowing you, buddy,” Josh teased.

As you and Sadie stepped away from the bar, Josh grabbed your sister and pulled her into his side. Left in their wake, Pierre fell into step with you.

“You talk about me to your little sister?”

“Only to tell her how insufferable you are,” you informed him. He grinned, like he always did, like he was one step ahead of you. “Whatever she said to you, don’t believe. She’s a liar.”

“So, she was lying when she said I’m fucking hot?”

You turned to face him, standing tall even though he was basically a foot taller than you. You raised your voice just enough to beat out the music, growling, “If you try anything with my sister, I will literally--”

“Holy shit, I’m kidding,” he said gruffly, an exasperated sigh attached to the end of the sentence. He shook his head, mumbling as he brushed past you on the way back to the booth. “I don’t want your little sister, YN.”

---

Two hours later, Pierre was wandering the bar in search of someone new to occupy his time. He’d been with a group of co-eds for a bit, one of which he’d slept with once before, but they’d decided to leave for another bar. And though he’d been invited, he decided to stick with his real friends.

It had to be somewhere around midnight when he slipped past the bar and noticed Sadie at the end without any of her appointed babysitters and immediately felt worry bubbling up in his stomach. She was the youngest in the bar and seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and even though you told him to stay away, the creeps eyeing her down from the other side gave him bad vibes.

So, he stepped up beside her and leaned against the bar with a smile.

“Bonjour!”

“Hey, Sadie,” he greeted her. She hiccuped. “You good?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she slurred. “I’m getting another Tequila shot.”

“Do you need one?” he asked. His tone of voice was teasing, but the concern was clear on his face. When she turned to look at him, he saw how strikingly similar she looked to you. It was probably the glare on her face that did it.

“I want one,” she repeated. “And you’re going to take one with me.”

“Well, okay.”

Pierre had seen this one too many times before. He knew this shot was going to be the end to her night, but it didn’t matter how hard he tried to stop her, it wasn’t going to work. The bartender brought the liquor over and after some convincing on Sadie’s part, he poured a shot for himself as well.

The tequila went down easy for the two men, but the look on Sadie’s face told Pierre that she also knew that shot was going to be her night’s death sentence.

“You look pale.”

“Let’s go sit,” she murmured, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with her towards the booth with the rest of the group. Seth caught Pierre’s frantic eyes as they approached.

“She’s going to be sick,” he whispered as soon as they were standing beside each other. They both looked up at Sadie who’d taken up residence at the end of the table, knuckles white from from clutching the top. “Where’s YN?”

“I have no clue,” Seth answered. “The bathroom maybe.”

Just as Pierre started to look around the bar, hoping to find you in the crowd, Sadie lurched slightly.

“I need to get her out of here,” he said. “If she throws up here, YN would never want to come back and she loves this place.”

“Do you want me to just take her?”

It was a good question and Pierre stopped to think for a moment about the answer. Seth could take Sadie off his hands and he could go about his night normally, or he could prove to you that he wasn’t the asshole you painted him out to be. For whatever reason, he chose the latter.

“No, I got her,” he said. “Let YN know what’s going on, would you?”

---

You returned to the table not even fifteen minutes later, already pissed off because of how long the bathroom line was. Needless to say, Seth letting you know that Pierre had taken Sadie back to your place was not what you wanted to hear.

“You let her leave this bar with Pierre?”

His fingers danced nervously along the beer bottle in his hand. The 6’ 4” defenseman was utterly terrified of your wrath, and had you not been so pissed off, you would’ve thrived in the feeling. “I know you hate him, but he was just trying to help out.”

“Help out?” you repeated. “You think Pierre would do something out of the kindness of his own heart for me, Jonesy?” He nodded a bit sheepishly. “You’re delusional.”

With that, you snatched your purse off the table and stormed out of the bar in pursuit of your apartment. The walk was only about ten minutes long and, quite frankly, you didn’t give a shit that you were walking through the city at night in a short little dress. You were a woman on a mission and anyone that crossed your path with the wrong intention was going to get your wrath, and it seemed that everyone knew that because you weren’t bothered once.

You threw your door open once it was unlocked and the decorations on the wall rattled as the door hit the wall beside it. Pierre, who’d been standing outside the bathroom door, jumped out of his skin at the sound. He righted himself and stood tall as you entered the hallway unsure of what type of reaction he was going to receive from you.

You hardly looked at him as you barked, “Where is she?”

“Puking.”

He leaned forward and pushed the bathroom door open a bit wider, revealing Sadie with her head on the toilet seat. You huffed as you entered and kicked the door closed in his face before slumping down beside her.

“Sadie, what the fuck?”

“I suck.”

“How much did you have to drink?” you asked, hand rubbing comforting circles on her back.

“I was trying to keep up with your friends,” she murmured before gagging into the toilet again.

“You know that they’re all well above six feet and weigh like two hundred more pounds than you, right?” you stated. She nodded and groaned pathetically. “You should’ve known better.”

She didn’t offer a response to your chastising and instead sat up to look at you and said, “I thought I wasn’t going to like him.”

You raised your eyebrows at her.

“Pierre?”

“Yeah. He’s actually a really nice guy,” she grumbled, dropping her head back into her hand that was propped up on the toilet. “Held my hair back for me.”

With an eye roll and a grunt, you stood to leave her to fend for herself.

“Wait,” she called as soon as your hand was on the door knob. “Can you tell Pierre that I’m sorry I ruined his night?”

“Sure.”

“Be nice to him.”

“No promises,” you grunted, pulling the door open to kick the hockey player out of your house.

---

Pierre was uncomfortable in your apartment. Before you arrived, he was too worried about Sadie to even think about the fact that he was in the middle of your personal space. But now, as you sat with her in the other room and he stood in the living room lurking, he knew he didn’t belong.

There were books decorating your coffee table and plants hanging from the ceiling above him. The television stand was cluttered with picture frames of your family and friends from home. His eyes caught on a photo strip from a Blue Jackets event. Josh’s arm was slung over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist, both of you clearly hammered and smiling like two idiots who’d been sitting at the open bar all night.

Although he couldn’t remember much of that night, thanks to the date he was entertaining, he did remember one thing. He remembered the dress you wore.

It was this dark blue, almost navy dress, and there was a slit up your leg to your thigh that he kept finding himself gazing at. For the first time since he met you, he thought about what it would be like to feel your body against his, to slide his hand up and between your thighs in the middle of a team event just because he could.

When he got home later that night after dropping his date at home, he jumped beneath a cold stream of water in the shower. He was desperate to clear his mind of every dirty thought that included you. In the end, the only thing that could clear it was release and he ended up jerking off in the shower despite himself.

“I could’ve used a text. I was worried sick.”

You snuck up on him, leaving him with no time to pretend like he hadn’t been staring at you in each of your photos.

“I would’ve texted you but, in completely unsurprising news, I don’t have your number,” he said defensively.

It wasn’t like he was expecting you to grovel at his feet for making sure your sister didn’t vomit in the middle of your favorite club, but he would’ve appreciated a little less attitude or a simple ‘thank you’.

“Her phone was dead, too, and she started throwing up in a bush, so I was a little more concerned about holding her hair back than calling you right away.”

Your mouth snapped shut.

“Anyway, you’re welcome.”

Your mother would kill you if she saw you now. You didn’t even say thank you.

But, before your mouth could catch up to the thanks at the tip of your tongue, Pierre was pulling the apartment door open and disappearing down the hall. Not even a parting glance was sent your way.

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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dom!jongho

word count: 6k

smut

request: @songsoomin

you had nothing but nice things to say about your neighbors across the hall. the three boys, yunho, san and wooyoung, were just about the happiest people you had ever met.

they had welcomed you with open arms, brought over wine and brownies and filled you in on all of the gossip and best places to eat. it's when you first heard about your next door neighbor, the one you still have yet to see a month into moving in.

but, oh, do you hear him.

hear the distinct, obvious noise of a headboard smacking against the wall and the loud, dramatic moans of "oh, jongho!" being cried out. and the first time you hadn't thought much of it, even thought 'good for him, at least someone's getting laid.'

but after the fifth consecutive night of hearing it, the pitches and tones sounding very much like different voices, you were convinced he was a scumbag.

"a scumbag?" wooyoung says, refilling your glass of wine even though you're already far too tipsy. "ouch, y/n."

"oh c'mon," you slur, "i've been here for a month and i've heard his escapades more nights than i haven't."

"but a man has needs," san pouts, stretching out on your floor as all the alcohol hits him at once.

"and a girl needs sleep!" you squeal, "i haven't even seen the fuckers face but i already know far too much about how big his-"

"oh, my god, no!" yunho yelps, throwing his hands out in front of him. "y/n, please spare us. we actually have to hang out with him and look him in the face."

they had told you all about their monthly dinners, each of them cooking a dish and swapping which apartment hosts. they had invited you to the next one that first day they met you and you had agreed; but now, after hearing all you've heard and already disliking someone you've never met, you're having some hesitations.

"so will she because she's coming tomorrow," wooyoung whines, your eyes narrowing at the boy as you shake your head.

"no. nope. no chance," you insist, throwing your wine back in a very impolite fashion. "i refuse to look at that man whore."

"hey! we don't slut-shame in this house!"

you can only roll your eyes at san's words, knowing damn well if the circumstances were reversed, a group of men would have a whole lot to say about a woman having a different person at her house every night.

and it wasn't even the fact that he was having loud, obnoxious sex with different people (okay, maybe it was a little bit). but it was more about the fact that these women might be walking in with the assumption that he was gonna wake them with breakfast and treat them dignity and respect. not replace her with a different face just twelve hours later so he can hear the same shit over and over again.

because it's shit you hear over and over again and you decide that when you finally do meet him, you're gonna give him a piece of your mind.

that day doesn't come until a few weeks later, purposely going out to dinner with your coworkers so you miss the neighborly dinner party that wooyoung was sure to text you angrily about.

you come barreling through your apartment complex from the rain, running toward the open elevator as your umbrella drips onto the floor. "wait! hold it, please!" you squeal, desperate to just flop on to your couch and never get up again.

but the elevator door just slams in your face, quickly catching the sight of a stocky man in a brown leather jacket with black hair. you let out a frustrated groan, cursing at him under your breath before clicking the up button impatiently.

it's when you make your way up to your floor five minutes later that you see the familiar brown leather, his figure standing in front of the apartment door next to yours and you can't help but let out a laugh.

of fucking course that would be him.

you stomp toward your apartment, having every intention to continue ignoring him until you hear his deep voice greet you.

"oh, hey. you must be the new neighbor," he says politely, looking up from the piece of mail he was reading. "i don't believe we've met yet. i'm-"

"jongho," you interrupt, craning your neck to the side to look him up and down. "yeah, i know. i've heard it far too much."

the smirk that crosses his face fills you with rage for multiple reasons, one being that he just looks so smug and cocky and pleased with himself, a confidence that probably lands him so many prospects in the first place. but it's also because even though you really, truly hate to admit it, he's annoyingly handsome.

"oh? did the boys tell you about me?" he quips, the look on his face the biggest indication he knows damn well that's not what you meant. you can only scoff at him, watching his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"the boys?" you ask, tone feigning sweetness, "try girls. many girls. the walls aren't thin you know."

oh, i know," he says, smirking at how riled up you already are. and it's due to that very fact he can't help but add on, "because i hear nothing coming from your end."

your eyebrow shoots up at his comment, feeling anger and irritation flood through you at the relaxed way he leans against his door and smirks at you.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"just that maybe you need to get some too, huh?" he says, tone sarcastic and playful. "is that why you're coming off so bitter, princess?"

"bitter?" you laugh out humorlessly, princess? is this guy fucking serious? you take a step closer to him and narrowing your eyes at him, "maybe try exhausted or appalled or disgusted! i've had to hear your escapades for weeks."

"is that really what this is about?" he quips, mimicking your actions and taking a step closer to you. "maybe you're just curious or dare i say....jealous? about my action and your...lack thereof."

and it's at that moment you can not believe he is a real person. how a real, living breathing person could be this dense and arrogant and repulsive to a person they just met (while completely ignoring the fact that you're being this judgmental and rude to a person you've just met).

"you're a sicko, a literal sicko," you spit out.

your comments only make his smirk grow larger, turning his head to the side before his eyes roam your figure. "i mean, if you wanna have an escapade of your own, if you apologize, i wouldn't be opposed to-"

"goodbye jongho," you say, taking out your key as you roll your eyes. "i wish i could say it was a pleasure meeting you."

"oh c'mon, don't be like that," he whines, his eyes twinkling at you in a way that would usually have you hook, line and sinker.

"how about you start being mindful of your neighbors?" you snap, opening your door and stepping inside before turning around to get in one last petty farewell. "because if i have to hear one more woman ask you if you're in yet, i'm gonna lose my mind."

"so... i heard you finally met jongho," yunho says on your nightly walk a few days later.

"ha, oh did i," you spit out sarcastically, remembering how irritated and frustrated that arrogant asshole had made you. "just as big a dick as i expected."

yunho has to bite his lip to he doesn't smirk or laugh, simply raising an eyebrow at you. "what?" you ask, catching the look on his face.

"nothing," he says, throwing his arms up in defense. "i just think...i mean, he's not that bad."

"different girls every night?!" you squeal, "oh, c'mon yunho. and you know what, it's not even about that. it's the fact that i hear every single thing, at all hours of the night. like last night, it kept me up till three a.m."

"okay, that is a bit inconsiderate," yunho agrees, not saying that, now, the boy is probably just doing it on purpose to get a rise out of you. because he knows jongho well and knows that any strong response like the one you give just serves as a way to interest the boy. makes him see just how far he could push someone until they really crack.

"so inconsiderate," you whine, a frown making its way on your face. "it's stressing me out, even, working on like four hours of sleep."

and any time yunho, wooyoung or san hear the words 'stressed out,' it immediately calls for a night of dancing and overpriced cocktails. you were hesitant at first, walking into the crowded bar that friday with an already tipsy san and wooyoung.

but once you got down a few drinks yourself, you were right there with them. dancing on them and doing shots and singing so loudly you knew you'd have that telltale, hoarse party girl voice the next day. but it was so worth it because right now, you were having so much fun.

forgetting all about your work obligations and thesis due in a few weeks, forgetting all about the frustration you've gathered from being single for almost a year and how you're kindly reminded every night you haven't gotten laid since then.

so maybe that's why you agreed to give the guy who bought you a drink your phone number, placing a peck on his lips before yunho works to grab you, wooyoung and san out of the bar.

"you guys are so annoying, we're never doing this again," yunho grumbled on the walk back to the apartment. because that's the only way to feel as he watches san almost get hit by a car three times, wooyoung screaming "hello!" into every open establishment and you asking him one hundred times if he thought it was okay and safe to give that guy your number.

but then once wooyoung and san start projectile vomiting all over the streets, you decide to give yunho a helping hand. you wrap san's arm around your neck, wooyoung's around yunho, and carry the boy's up the elevator and into their apartment. both of the boys promptly pass out on the floor and yunho waves it off, insisting they'll be fine and that'll he be sleeping on the couch in fear that they'll choke on their vomit.

"you're a good friend, yunho," you laugh out, hiccuping the last part of his name. "thank you for this. it-it was so much fun." and the boy can only softly smiling, placing a friendly kiss on your cheek and insisting you'll do it again after he discusses with a few selected few how to act properly.

you giggle as you stumbled toward your own apartment, your head turning to the side when you hear the ding of the elevator. your eyes widen when you see jongho come out, alone, and you can't help the way your hands start slowly clapping.

"wow," you say, "do-do my eyes deceive me? are you actually going into your apartment alone?"

that stupid, arrogant, obnoxiously handsome smirk is on his face immediately, shamelessly looking over your tight jeans and lace shirt. "you went out like that and you're going home alone?" he asks, resting his head on his door. "what was wrong with the men there?"

"if you could believe it, they had a conversation with me. got to know me and just talked. you know, like a decent human being."

he bites his lip to contain his smile, crossing his (large, muscular, exquisite) arms across his chest. "what, because i like to fuck i'm not a decent human being?"

"because you like to fuck in an abundance," you tell him, walking forward and standing in front of him. "and because the porn-like moans keep me up all damn night!"

"now, if you could believe it, those aren't my moans," he says teasingly, liking the way your finger feels on his broad chest. "so i don't know why you're yelling at me in the first place."

"because you're the one making it happen!" you squeal, "if i have to hear 'ugh, harder jongho!' one more time, i'm gonna shoot myself in the face."

he licks over his lips, resisting the urge to laugh at how perfectly you intimidated a fucked out, whiney voice. and something about it causes him to step closer to you, just a few inches of space keeping your fronts from touching.

"what if it's your own voice?" he asks lowly, his words teasing but eyes serious. "would you mind that?" his eyes roam over your outfit again, the curve of your hips and the slight silver of skin itching to have his hand on it. "because i still think that's what this is all about."

you swallow the lump in your throat, amazed and a bit embarrassed by how quickly he's humbled you. but it's the voice, the proximity, his eyes on top of the fact that, yeah okay maybe it's a little bit about that. but who can blame you? it's been far too long of the sad hum of your vibrator and muffled moans in your own hand filling your bedroom.

"i think you're an asshole," you weakly spit out, still trying to keep some of the resolve. but he sees through it, smirking as he allows his hand to touch your warm skin and push you slightly so your back connects with the wall.

"asshole or not, i'm free tonight and you're free tonight," he hums lowly in your ear, his finger tracing your skin tantalizing slow and causing sparks to shoot through you. "isn't that right?"

you swallow again, your arms hanging dumbly at your sides even though they should be pushing him right off of you. but you can only meet his gaze and feel yourself tremble, his eyes dark and teasing and boring right into you.

"i..." you can only stutter, looking from his face to his hand resting on your apartment door. you bite your lip at the sight of it, large and strong and you can only imagine what kind of damage it does. is that what keeps them screaming all night, his fingers toying at their clit or pushing into their-

but then suddenly both your hands are pinned above your head, a gasp leaving your mouth as warmth pools in your stomach. because you were right, they are very strong hands.

"you what?" he hums lowly, his tongue swiping his lip cockily as he takes in your expression. "that shut you up real quick, didn't it?"

you lick at your lips, narrowing your eyes at him which leads him to tighten his hold on you. you hate the whimper that leaves your mouth, feeling so small and defenseless under his touch. "so what, are we gonna do this this right out here?" he asks.

"we're not...gonna do anything," you sigh out breathily, looking from his eyes to the elevator. but he's quick to take the hand on your waist to your jaw, turning your head so you can look right at him.

you don't like this, you really don't.

actually you like this too much.

because his hand is far too close to your neck and if he wraps his hand around it, you'll be done. you'll probably beg for him and embarrass yourself and maybe even come untouched, who's to know really.

"oh no?" he hums, teasing and superiority in his tone. and then he starts doing just what you didn't want, moving down your neck and squeezing at the sides every so slightly. he doesn't miss the way your breath quickens, how your eyes close and you tip your head back further.

"you like this?" he says lowly, "you like my hand around your pretty little throat?" you whimper again, all the pent up frustration and desire hitting you at once.

anyone who says a cold shower is the best way to sober you up clearly doesn't know anything. all you need is a years worth of being sexual deprived and an obnoxious neighbor with strong hands and a high libido. because you feel completely coherent and aware, aware of the how fast wetness is pooling in your underwear and how your mind is flooding with all the things you want him to do to you.

"where else do you want my hand?"

your eyes fly open and now it's his turn for lust to creep on him, the glossy, heated, wide-eyed look you give him all he needs to suppress a low growl in the back of his throat. to move his hand down your cleavage and mumble "here?"

but when you shake your head, he only smirks, giving each breast a squeeze before trailing it down your stomach and right above the waistband of your jeans. "here?"

you feel like you're about to pass out now, your legs wobbly and breath so ragged and shaky. "touch me, please," you whisper, hating how fast he's made you desperate and pathetic. but you don't hate it enough to not give in, wanting and needing his hand between your legs.

"just because you said please," he says and then he's rubbing you over your jeans. you spread your legs out even more, crying out quietly when you feel him graze over your most sensitive spot. you feel how wet your underwear is becoming, wishing he would just stick his hand down there and give you what you want.

"j-jongho," you whine out, head lolling to the side as you look up at him.

"what do you want?" he hums, his hand instinctually tightening on your red wrists. "you want me to feel how wet you are?"

you can only nod your head quickly, thinking that maybe perhaps he can read your mind but not really caring at this point, because then he's zipping down your pants and sticking his hand in your soaked thong.

"shit," he grunts out, his profanity drowned out by the whine leaving your mouth. "i knew you were just frustrated. that's what it was, right?" but you refuse to answer, just focusing on the way his fingers are flicking at your throbbing clit. his fingers are so skilled and long, sparks of pleasure shooting right through you.

but that doesn't do for him. which is why he suddenly sticks a finger in your wet entrance making you cry out. "right?" he growls. "i'll leave you here dripping if you don't answer me."

"yes," you whine immediately. "i...want that."

"want what?" he asks, sticking a second finger in as some type of reward. which is why you speak again, whine out that you want someone to fuck you and make you scream.

"i offered," he said lowly, his finger quickly circling your clit. "but you were such a judgmental, self-righteous little-"

the ding of the elevator immediately brings you both back to reality, that you're both still very much in the hallway of your apartment complex. he immediately rips his hand out of your pants, dropping his hold on you and covering your body with his.

"zip them up."

and just like the past few minutes, you do as your told. the couple coming out of the elevator pass you with a polite hello, the flush on your face and the tent in jongho's pants leaving little to the imagination. but then they disappear around the corner, both of you huffing out a sigh of relief.

"shit, that was close," he says lowly, looking at your face to see you staring right at him. "what?"

"that was...."

he's expecting to hear the words 'amazing' or 'just what i needed' or 'not enough, come inside so we can finish.'

"a mistake."

his eyebrow raises at your words, looking over your flushed face and messy hair and knowing you're just saying that to safe face. because since the second you met, the tension was so palpable with sexual undertones and hidden desires.

"bullshit."

you roll your eyes despite the throbbing wetness between your thighs. "i'm serious," you tell him, pushing past him as you go to unlock your door. "this never happened."

"y/n, don't be so-"

but then the door slams in his face again.

the same way wooyoung slams it two weeks later, calling you innocently and telling you he wants to try out a new outfit for you. "i don't have any professional clothes so i want you to see if it's okay," he had said.

but then the second he walked in, in his normal attire and a determined look in his eye, you knew you fucked up.

"family dinner. jongho's. now. you're coming."

"wooyoung!" you whined, "you're such a dirty liar! that's not fair."

"i don't care," the boy said, running over and grabbing your hand in his. "you ditched last month and i won't stand for it any longer."

"let me at least-"

but you're dragged out of your safe, quiet home, clad in slippers and pajama shorts, before he barges in to the unlocked apartment next door. playful arguing and loud noises from a video game could be heard from the couch, the distinct whine of san's loud voice causing you to smile despite being dragged her against your will.

"look who i got!" wooyoung says chipperly, three heads snapping back to look at you with different expressions. yunho looks apologetic, eyes soft with sympathy as he mouths "sorry." san is overjoyed and clapping, bouncing his way over to you to wrap you in a hug and tell you about the game.

and jongho. the look in his eyes scares you as much as it arouses you.

because ever since the hallway incident, you haven't seen him. you listen carefully outside for the sound of his door opening or the elevator dinging, walking quickly and quietly anytime you go out for the day.

and now, it's like he's warning you just to wait. that ignoring him was the worst thing you could've done and now he's gonna show you your actions have consequences.

and about an hour into dinner, he does just that.

it started subtly at first, snide little looks and chuckles as you watched him and the boys play. but then when you were in the kitchen checking on the dinner, you felt his looming presence.

you acted as if he wasn't there, bending down to check the food in the oven before closing it with a quiet hum. and then before you knew it, his body was pressed right into yours from behind.

"finally done hiding?" he mumbled lowly in your ear. your breath hitches in your throat, his front pressed right into your ass as his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

"what do you mean?" you ask, attempting to sound strong and unbothered. "i wasn't hiding."

a short chuckle leaves his mouth, hands falling to your waist before he cranes his neck back to see if the boys are watching you guys; but their eyes on trained on the tv, deep in an competitive state.

"were you embarrassed that i heard you?" he hummed, causing your entire body to still.

because after you slammed the door in his face, you really tried to ignore the burn between your legs. you had done everything possible, distracted yourself with tv and schoolwork and even a cold shower; but the second you laid in your bed, you found yourself rummaging through your bedside table and desperately switching on the highest setting.

found yourself wondering if jongho had been on the other side of the wall doing the same thing, relieving himself after trying so desperately to push the feelings and arousal away.

thats what caused the first loud moan to leave your mouth, thoughts of him and the incessant vibrations against your clit. and then the whines and little noises leaving you just continued, not even trying to cover them because it's about time he gets a taste of his own medicine back.

"or did you want me to hear you?" he asks, growling lowly in your ear. "i don't know the last time i had to get off to my own hand."

"i don't know who told you to do that," you say sarcastically, the bratty side of you coming out and causing him to chuckle lowly. and you didn't realize that that was a chuckle that meant 'you're gonna regret that.'

but, really, you should've known you got let off the hook too easily. that his finger rubbing a few circles into your warm skin wasn't nearly enough of a punishment for your sassy comment. that he guided you over to the table by the small of your back and told you to sit too innocently.

and now, in the middle of dinner, you feel his hand on your knee and creeping up towards your thigh. you look over at him warily, the boys deep in a heavy debate about boxers versus briefs.

"what are you doing?" you whispered to him, half tempted to jab your fork into his leg at the lust starting to build in your veins.

"what do you think?" he says through clenched teeth, his strong hand cupping your thigh and causing a breathy exhale to leave your mouth. it's so tight and high on your thigh that you can't help but squirm, feeling especially on edge since they're are three people literally right in front of you.

"if you're really thinking about fingering me under this table, i'm gonna-"

and like he's trying to continually prove to you his sole purpose is to piss you off, his hand slips through your shorts and slowly rubs you over your wet thong. "just playing a little" he says lowly into your ear. "but you're not coming. and you're not allowed to pull that shit again in your room. do you hear me?"

"i don't think you're in any position to-"

his hand is quick to push right into your underwear and cup you, his finger rapidly flicking at your clit and a moan leaves your mouth that you cover with multiple coughs.

"you good, y/n?" he asks innocently next to you, the three boys turning to check as well. you side-eye him in disgust, how he sounds so calm and composed despite the shit he's doing to you right now.

"fine," you grunt out breathily, san raising an eyebrow before wooyoung's loud voice screeches at him. and then again, loud outbursts and conversations are back and successfully drown out the shaky breaths and low hums leaving you.

your legs start to spread wider as pleasure builds between your legs, your hand absentmindedly reaching over to palm him.

"no," he growls in your ear, "don't even fucking try it."

and because he's brought you to this pathetic, submissive side, you pout as you pull your hand.

"are you close?" he asks, his finger sliding inside you nearly making your head loll to the side. "are my fingers fucking you well?" but he knows they are, knows you're close and knows just how to curl them and play with your clit to have your legs shaking and pussy clenching around him.

"next time you wanna pull that shit, remember this," he growls, ripping his hand from you suddenly and successfully depriving you of the orgasm that was deliciously building. you almost cry out in frustration, about ready to beg and plead and do whatever he wants to make you come.

but then he gets up to start clearing the plates and washing the dishes, his teasing eyes watching you for the rest of the night; the blush on your cheeks and the frustration in your eyes never fails to make him smirk. and then when you leave later that night, he whispers one more warning to behave in your ear.

"why should i?" you growl, irritated and beyond frustrated at the wet ache between your legs.

"because i said so," he tells you, lifting your chin with his hand. "the next time you come, it's gonna be me doing it."

and it's with that comment right there that makes him step out of his apartment a few nights later. because around 1:00 a.m., he hears the familiar jingling of your keys in the hallway and your softly spoken voice asking a person to leave.

"c'mon, babe, i walked you home," the male voice says, "the least you could do-"

he doesn't hear the rest, ripping open his door and peeking out at you two. he can tell immediately you're uncomfortable, if the plain fear and disgust in your eyes wasn't obvious enough.

"the least she could do is what?" jongho asks lowly, stepping towards the guy and staring at him challengingly. "she doesn't owe you shit."

"who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, voice dripping with hostility. "mind your business."

jongho's fists clench, tension overcoming him and about ready to punch this guy square in the face. because if there's one thing he hates more than men like this, it's people telling him to mind their own business when they're doing something wrong.

"i don't think she wants you here," is all jongho says, cooly, calmly, a complete contrast to how he's really feeling. "so how 'bout you leave now?"

the guy only lifts his brow, sensing something slightly unhinged and dangerous in jongho's tone and gaze. in the way he crossed his arms over his chest and is clenching his hands into a fist.

"whatever," he mumbles, throwing you one last dirty look before stalking off toward the elevator. you and jongho don't speak until you hear the doors close, just looking at one another with a mix of heat, curiosity and gratefulness.

"thanks," you mumble lowly, "i gave him my number a few weeks ago and he happened to see me when i was walking home."

"careful," jongho mumbles, "he's a fuckin' creep."

a small chuckle leaves your mouth as you nod your head, your tongue coming out to lick your lips nervously. you hadn't seen or talked to him since he fingered you under his dining room table, deprived you of your orgasm and then said you weren't allowed to...relieve yourself.

so, yeah, there's a bit of the elephant in the room.

"apparently so," you say, smiling softly as you look at him. the tension between you is palpable, long heated gazes and slightly shaky breaths. the wall behind you a reminder of the first time all of this started. his arms crossed over his chest with clenched hands is a reminder of what exactly they can do, the way your legs are nearly wobbling from how badly the ache has been between them.

"did you eat yet?" you find yourself asking. it's quick and awkward and blurted out so randomly, you think you might've as well said hey, let's go inside so we can finally fuck.

and even though the smirk on his face says he knows it too, he doesn't say anything but "no, i haven't eaten yet."

"i was gonna order chinese," you tell him, "do you wanna...come in and i'll buy you some? as a thank you?" he nods his head silently and you smile back, turning around to unlock your apartment. but then the second you open your door, he pushes you inside and quickly follows you in. he closes the door behind you and promptly pushes you up against it.

"buy me dinner as a thank you?" he says teasingly, "that's the best you could think of?"

your cheeks flush at getting caught but you're somewhat beyond the point of even caring. because even if you wanted to get off, it wouldn't be the same. after feeling his strong hands and hearing his low teasing voice, nothing else will leave you feeling fulfilled.

"why not just tell me straight up you want me to get you off?"

"i want you to get me off," you snap, boldly and confidently despite the way you're trapped up against the door. "happy now?"

the smirk on his face widens, his hand trailing down the curves of your body slowly and teasingly. it makes your sensitive, heightened self tingle and burn, a whine threatening to leave your mouth.

"depends," he hums, "were you good? i didn't hear anything but that doesn't mean you weren't sneaky." his hands trails over your thigh and between your legs and you don't know which one of you is more grateful that you're wearing a dress.

because while it allows him easy access, it also allows him to feel just how ready and wet you are. your thighs and thong already soaked from days of being pathetically aroused.

"you didn't, did you?" he asks with a smirk, shoving your underwear down and dress up when you whine out a shaky "i didn't."

"i can tell," he says, dropping to his knees as he bunches up your dress. "hold this," his voice deeply commands, his own arousal and lust taking over now. because now he's face to face with your dripping pussy and can basically smell the desperation on you. all because you waited and listened to him.

and then you nearly scream when his hands push down on your hips and his mouth connects with your clit. you moan out over and over as he licks and sucks and eats you out like a starved man, your legs shaking and threatening to collapse had it not been for his tight hold on you.

your one hand is holding your dress while the other is in his hair, tugging and pulling and moving him closer into you as your back is pressed hard against your door. and then, like all of that wasn't enough, you look down at him and find yourself begging him to fuck you.

he stops immediately, pulling his face back and looking up at you. your eyes are dark with lust and arousal, cheeks red and hair a mess from begin pressed against the metal.

"you sure?" he asks, his own excitement brewing in him. he only planned on making you come over and over, with his tongue and fingers and then relieving himself by his own hand again later that night.

but now as you beg "yes please," he's jumping up to tug off his pants and boxers before wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up. and that's how you end up christening your apartment door, his cock pounding in and out of you as your body knocks into the door.

"isn't this what you wanted?" he growled in your ear, "this whole time you just wanted to be fucked like the good girl you are."

and when you moan out his name again and again, you're not able to see the irony of this all. how for months you've berated this man and gave him shit about keeping the neighbors up.

"i knew it! i fucking knew it!" wooyoung says from his apartment, hearing your muffled screams and yelps of jongho's name. "i can't wait to tell her how inconsiderate she's being."

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Blight | XI [Final]

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Warning(s): a lot of crying (i’m sorry), cursing, violent intent, lack of a limb, but a happy ending, angst->fluff

Rated: PG-13

Words: 18.4k (oofs)

“We found your body in the courtyard, Y/n wasn’t with you and your mark had already disappeared.”

“What do you mean? She was with me, she’s the one who put that spell on me, right? How could she not have been with me?”

“Jungkook, Y/n went missing after she broke your contract. No one’s been able to find her since.”

“She’s,” Jungkook choked, “she’s missing?” His voice strained and Jimin’s hyper-sensitive hearing picked up on the fragments of pure sorrow in his tone. “B- but you can hide in people’s shadows, right?” The dragon asked Yoongi. “Can’t you just go hide in her shadow and find her that way?”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried that already?” Yoongi unintentionally bit. He looked at his own shadow on the floors that the hospital lights created. “It was the first thing I tried to do, but it didn’t work. Wherever she is, she isn’t casting a shadow for me to find.” Yoongi sighed as he spoke- his inability to find you always nagging at the back of his head. An uneasy feeling in his mind that Jimin could feel along with his Master.

Jimin got up from his place on Jungkook’s hospital bed and walked to Yoongi’s side; leaning down to cup around his ear and whisper out of Jungkook’s hearing range. Though, with his dazed expression, Jimin doubted he’d listen anyway. His mind was elsewhere- rightfully so.

“Could you head back without me?” He asked as the warlock shot him a look and a jumped brow. “Please, I need to talk to him. I know Jungkook the best and I know how he works better than you do. He needs to get it all out of his system before he bursts into a fit. If you’re here he may not open up about it.”

“You think he’ll talk to you?” Yoongi asked, not offensively, but curiously. Jimin nodded, glancing back at the spaced out dragon.

“Yeah,” he confirmed turning back to Yoongi. “He’s my best friend, he will,” Jimin smiled small as Yoongi just stood up with a huff and small stretches. The movement alerting Jungkook back into reality as the warlock looked at him.

“I’m heading out, I’ve got things to do. I’ll tell the others you woke up while I’m at it.” Jungkook nodded as Jimin moved to sit back on Jungkook’s bedside, kicking his feet in micro-swings. “I’ll leave Jimin here with you; don’t start a fight,” the warlock teased.

“He means to say that he’s glad you woke up,” Jimin translated. Yoongi rolled his eyes and dismissed himself, holding back the urge to hide in Jimin’s shadow and eavesdrop. He’d give the two the privacy Jimin asked for.

Silence fell over the room as Jungkook looked back down, just starring at his wrist and bathing in how cold he felt. Jimin just watched him at the moment, hoping maybe Jungkook would open up to him first. He lightly cleared his throat. “Jungkook, listen-”

“I know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You want me to talk about it,” he sighed as he slouched, dropping his head back as his chin lifted towards the ceiling. “I want to talk, Jimin- I do, but,” he cut himself off with a deep, harsh breath. Jimin understood, remaining quiet and patient. It was Jungkook’s way of collecting himself.

Junkook had just woken up after six long months. If the idea of how long he was sleeping was hard for him to process, then the bombshell about your disappearance was something even more explosive. He’d need to gather his thoughts before he even began to work through all the details and questions he had. He wasn’t sure how long he sat in his bed, just thinking and staring at nothing. Running his eyes back and forth along with the ceiling tiles in concentration to not lash out, especially when Jimin was sitting so patiently beside him.

It was during the time he stared upwards, not speaking and not thinking when the first tear slipped from his glassy eyes. Blinking it out of his eye, the blurred vision cleared just enough to split his sight in half. Half blurred, have clear as he just continued to stare. The tears were falling in a steady stream, the stinging behind Jungkook’s eyes and nose told him that they would be falling for longer than he wanted.

He sniffled, taking a shaky breath as he curled his lips inward to pinch between his teeth and then let out a heavy breath. He looked down at his hands then his eyes wandered to his empty wrist as the tears seemed to pool higher as he blinked them once more out of his sight. He curled and uncurled his fist as he then pushed his palm into the comforter the hospital had him covered with before he gripped it harshly. The force in which he clenched his fist around the fabric of the blanket threatened to tear it, he could feel his claws start poking through into his palm.

Jimin watched in silence as with each passing moment his best friend started breaking down further and further. The tears that once ran down his face were now just dripping straight off his eyelashes into his lap as he ducked his head down, his chin tucked in towards his chest. He started to hiccup as he brought his hand up to scrub as his eyes.

“It’s not fair,” Jungkook whimpered. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” He sniffled again as he moved to grip over his chest, exchanging the gripped covers for his boring hospital scrub shirt. “I don’t know, but I-I’m not strong enough anymore,” he lifted his head, reaching for Jimin’s comfort.

You weren’t here, you weren’t going to come to him just because he was crying, even if he wanted you to burst through that door. He wanted you to come and apologize while he screamed at you for acting like an idiot on your own and running off and putting a spell on him, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. So much sat in his gut as he just hiccuped and breathed unevenly. Eyes rimmed red.

Jimin scooted closer to him, grabbing one of his hands as Jungkook curled forwards, resting his forehead on his friend’s arm. Jimin rubbed the dragon’s back as he wept, trying to coax all that sorrow and all his tears out of him. He’d never seen Jungkook this way, not even when he opened up about how much he missed his mom after they met. Jungkook was sobbing so hard, his throat was contracting as Jimin rubbed his neck. His eyes softened, his own eyes misting over- ever the empathetic type.

Jungkook must care for you a hell of a lot more than Jimin or Yoongi realized.

“I’m not strong enough to say goodbye to her yet, Jimin,” Jungkook whispered through a wavy voice. Jimin nodded, offering his all to soothe his friend.

“I know,” was all Jimin could think to say.

Jungkook must’ve been crying to Jimin for almost an hour. The heaviness in his eyes and the soreness in his head and neck made the time apparently clear as he winced occasionally at the pounding behind his eyes. Jimin was quick to offer him a glass of water the moment he had the chance to get up.

The cold water felt nice traveling down his parched and sore throat. His nose was still tinted red as his eyes were puffy. He took deep breaths to steady his breathing as he pushed his wrist against his check and eyes occasionally to wipe away any stray tears. Jimin gently took the glass back when Jungkook finished it off as Jungkook looked at him.

“Yoongi wasn’t in your shadow or anything, was he?” He asked, a bit embarrassed. He hated breaking down like that- but he supposed if it was to Jimin it wouldn’t be so bad. However, if Yoongi had been in Jimin’s shadow the whole time, he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Jimin chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

“No. I asked him to leave us be for a while. He isn’t here,” Jimin reassured. “Though, I’m sure he’ll be popping in eventually to tell us if someone is coming or not,” he added. It was quiet again for a while as Jungkook continued to calm himself down and Jimin sat babbling on about whatever he could think to help Jungkook lower his emotional tirade.

No sooner than the red around his eyes faded, Yoongi’s voice echoed into the room- without him actually being in it.

“I hope your talk is over,” his voice blurred. Jungkook looked around, not even smelling his scent around the room. Jimin looked down at his feet, his shadow far darker than it should have been. He shuffled his feet as the shadow started stretching without Jimin moving. Jungkook gasped as he watched Yoongi raise out of the shadow, lifting himself out without breaking a sweat and then landing softly beside his familiar.

Yoongi flicked at his hair, smoothing it out as he dusted off his pants and pulled his jacket, straightening it out. He then looked at Jungkook, the skin of his nose still burning the slight shade of ruby and his eyes swollen. Yoongi smiled at him- knowing he must’ve cried a great deal. Jungkook scowled at his smile.

“Got something to say?” Jungkook shot.

Yoongi just waved it off before stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Nothing, really.” Jimin held back a small giggle in the atmosphere. It was just the slightest bit less suffocating in the room than before. It was easier to breathe and that made Jimin just a little bit more hopeful. Yoongi turned to Jimin. “The doctors will be coming in to examine him in a few minutes. I just told them he woke up and decided to get here ahead of them to give you a proper warning.”

“Is Parrish coming too?” Jimin asked.

“No,” Yoongi shook his head. “He’s dealing with,” he hesitated before he shook his head again, “I’ll tell you later. He’s just busy at the moment, so physicians under his bracket of expertise will check on Jungkook instead.” Jimin nodded as Jungkook sat on his bed. He had a feeling he knew why Parrish wouldn’t be present- he was probably still dealing with Zaros. Wherever Zaros was.

Just as he said, doctors soon rushed into the room, pushing Yoongi and Jimin to the side of the room as they took tests and prodded at Jungkook. Taking his temperature, asking about how he feels and if he’s dizzy or nauseous at all. Taking blood samples to make sure nothing was overly wrong with him and even asking him if he was able to shift like before. Pushing out his scales, fangs, claws and shifting his eyes in color he kept his wings tucked into his back, the wall behind him not giving him space to stretch them out.

He was curious to see if he could shift fully into his entire dragon form, but that experience obviously had to wait. The small hospital room would be blown to bits if he tried shifting completely in here.

When they left, Jimin and Yoongi did too. Leaving to complete a few unfinished tasks they had previously abandoned to tend to Jungkook’s unexpected awakening. Jungkook just ushered them off, not wanting to keep them from their work. Not only were they students, but they also did jobs for Parrish and the school now. They were a capable duo with Jimin being a diligent hellhound and Yoongi a top-notch warlock.

Jungkook just slouched back in his bed when he was on his own again. Missing the connection he used to have with you once again. He couldn’t help to glance back at his wrist, hoping that if he blinked that tattoo would appear back on his skin for him to view. He remembered so vividly what it looked like. If someone gave him a marker he could draw it on his skin.

It was still early afternoon and he had been sleeping for so long already, but with his mind buzzing and fatigue creeping upon him from all his crying, he lay down and decided a little bit more sleep wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like you were going to just show up in a few hours if he slept anyways.

So, he’d dream of you instead.

XXX

Jungkook was stuck in his hospital room for 4 days before he got any kind of clearance to leave. He wasn’t set to go home just yet, even though there was nothing really wrong with him anymore. Everyone was being overly cautious because of how long he was sleeping, but he felt fine and nothing was overly dramatic about his health. His tests weren’t bad and he could do nearly everything asked of him. Parrish’s orders, however, were to keep him in the hospital until he said otherwise.

Parrish had stopped by one night when Jungkook was woken up by a nightmare. Walking in and finally having a long chat with the dragon. Jungkook profusely apologized to the medical warlock that night, apologizing for losing track of his unofficial daughter. Parrish didn’t blame him, but Jungkook still blamed himself. Parrish was shocking open about the entire situation- even telling Jungkook details pertaining to Zaros- the offender.

Apparently, a secret trial had been held over Zaros’s future of magic and freedom. It was decided that he was to be held in prison until further notice and if his magic ever returned, he’d be held in magic confinements that restricted its use. As far as the Spell Master was concerned, he did not need a violent, power-hungry villain running around his school and targeting his students. Jungkook found some relief in that at least.

Parrish went even further to tell Jungkook where the twisted warlock was being held. He was in an isolated cell that sat below the academy apparently. There was a door in the Spell Caster building that lead down into an underground prison that had been abandoned for a long time, now with only one prisoner inside it. It was now on constant surveillance, guards keeping any nosy students from going down and getting some gossip scoop. No one knew Zaros was down there except for a small circle of professors. They all thought the basement was just under some maintenance.

Apparently, Yoongi and Jimin already knew Zaros’s location, but they were under a strict order not to share the information; not even with Jungkook.

Parrish left that night with a few checkups concerning Jungkook’s health and shared that he was free to go, but he’s only keeping him here simply because he thought it’d be hard for him to go back to the dorms at the moment. That night, Jungkook had a dream- as opposed to one of his nightmares. Or maybe, it wasn’t a dream per se, but it didn’t feel like a nightmare.

He’d have these dreams of the world you forced him to see. He’d always wake up in a panic, a cold sweat on his spine as he grounded himself and repeated to himself over and over that that world wasn’t real. This is where he belonged. It seemed that your spell still has some lasting effects due to him waking up and breaking it all on his own.

It was the morning of the 5th day since Jungkook had woken up when Jimin walked into his room, Yoongi once again popping out of his shadow once the door was closed. He had been hiding from other warlocks and witches who admired Parrish, and as his only son, Yoongi had his own little fanbase he couldn’t stand. It was too attention gathering, so he hid until it was safe to come out.

When Jimin looked at Jungkook, he was sat up, half out of his bed as his legs swung over the edge of the mattress. The hellhound eyed the dragon suspiciously before he opened his mouth.

“I want to get below the academy to see Zaros,” was Jungkook opener to the pair. They eyed each other before looking back at him, giving him a look of ‘you’re crazy’. Jimin cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry? You want to do what now?”

“I want to talk to Zaros,” he spoke again. “Parrish already told me where he is and I know you two know too. I want to talk to him, I have the right to. After what he did to Y/n and to me, I think you should’ve seen this coming.” If Jungkook was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to just ‘talk’ to him. He wanted to scream and shout at him. He wanted to berate him and kick him down. He wanted to beat the shit out of Zaros frankly, but if he spoke like that, the likely hood of their help would slim.

Yoongi sighed. “My dad can’t keep his mouth shut, can he?” Yoongi looked at Jungkook, looking at the steel-look in his eyes. In truth, Yoongi wouldn’t argue with him- he agreed that he had the right to be sat in front of Zaros for whatever he wanted given the current circumstances. He remembered the first time you and Jungkook met so long ago.

He could remember how you wouldn’t be able to carry anything along the lines of a civil conversation before. You’d always be at each other’s throats, yelling and insulting each other without a hint of restraint. You flat hated each other. Now, it was so strange seeing the way Jungkook looked. Crying over you, fighting for you and being enraged at the idea of you being wounded. He remembered how he was when he was under hypnosis and clung to you like a child.

Jungkook has changed and Yoongi trusted him now.

“Alright, fine,” Yoongi said, crossing his arms. Jimin jolted beside him panicked.

“What?! You can’t be serious, Yoongi. We can’t go down into the basement cells! Parrish told us not to!” Jimin waved his hand about, trying to make a debate happen- instead, he got an eye roll from his Master.

“So? We all know that rules and I aren’t exactly compatible. Besides, it’s like the snake said-”

“Dragon,” Jungkook hissed in interruption.

“-he has the right to see him at the very least,” Yoongi finished. He walked to Jungkook, grabbing his arm and lifting him off his bed, fully onto his feet. “I’ll take him with me into your shadow and you’ll get us down there.”

“Yoongi!” He protested in a whine, even stomping his feet.

“Come on, Pup,” Jimin’s face exploded in red at the nickname as Jungkook had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Pup? When did Yoongi start calling him that? Moreover, what a nickname for a hellhound. Yoongi just grinned as he and Jungkook started falling into Jimin’s shadow.

It was odd, being inside one’s shadow. It was like floating in dead space, but also similar to what it would be like submerged head to toe in water- but able to breathe. It wasn’t nearly as suffocating as Jungkook originally thought it might be. It was freeing and warm. He could see the outside world from Jimin’s shadow from beneath the floor. Looking up at the world that seemed too large from so far below.

Jimin changed with a sigh. His human form fading as he doubled onto all fours and black fur sprung from his body. A tail sprout at his rear and ears lifted from the top of his head. Paws his the floor as his claws scratched with annoying taps on the tile. It had been a while since Jungkook saw Jimin shift like this, and even newer from this angle in his shadow.

“Head down to the basement door in my building. It’s close to shift hours, so we may have an opening to get down undetected if we hurry.” Yoongi instructed Jimin as he just growled lightly and with Yoongi flipping open the door to the room, Jimin ran out. Taking off down the hall, Jungkook could feel the air rushing past due to Jimin’s speed.

Jungkook was almost dizzy from the jarring new mode of transport. Jimin’s hellhound speed made his normal humanly stroll seem deplorably slow. He skidded to a four-pawed stop, one that unconsciously made the dragon surge forward while Yoongi remained unresponsive; he was far too use to this. His claws padded backward as he hid around the corner in the shadows. His black fur acting as the perfect camouflage.

“This is problematic,” Jimin lowly mumbled. “The changing of staff is tighter than expected.” Two men stood at the basement door made of dark wood with a label marked Restricted Area. Yoongi grumbled, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. Jungkook looked at him as he sighed, dropping his hand.

“Okay, Jimin,” Yoongi started as the hellhound looked down at his dark shadow. “Come down here and I’ll slither us inside.”

“Are you sure? You’re not used to transporting more than yourself and one other. Will one more body exhaust you?” He lifted his hound head up back to the guards- one leaving as his shift ended. “I could just barrel into him and force my way down.”

Jungkook choked. Wasn’t he the one who was opposed to this plan? Now he was volunteering to plow into some sad sap just doing his job. And out of nowhere to boot.

“No,” Yoongi denied. “I can handle it. I have more magic power than that, you know this. Now, get down here, Pup.” Jimin obeyed. Laying down, he relaxed as his shadow lifted like small arms. Wrapping around his body, he began sinking into the blackness as the shadow arms pulled him down.

Yoongi’s eye glowed a bright green as his magic sucked Jimin’s hound body inside the shadow with Jungkook and himself. Soon, the hound was falling out of blackness somewhere above them and landing on all fours at his master’s side. Jimin’s tail wrapped around Yoongi’s wrist.

“Use some of my energy so you don’t push yourself,” he offered. Yoongi didn’t argue and just complied. Yoongi may be the Master in the pair's relationship, but arguing with a pushy familiar and just plain stubborn attitude of Park Jimin was more exhausting than magic could ever be.

As Jungkook watched the pair work as one, he felt a wave of pure envy wash over him. He clenched his hand into a fist; trying not to remind himself of how much he missed you. Or how much your presence- or lack thereof- affected him in the long run.

Just like Yoongi said he would do, Jungkook soon felt the shadow move again. Oddly enough, traveling up the walls and along with the shadows of the ceiling and dipping into corners felt like falling down a canyon before experiencing weightlessness. Yoongi’s eyes still remained their magic active emerald as Jimin stood diligently at his side- feeding energy into him.

It seemed almost flawless as Yoongi slithered the trio along the shadows before slipping beneath the door where cool air seeped out at the ankles. Halfway down the staircase, Jimin detached himself from Yoongi before bracing himself to leap straight up and out of the shadow as if he burst through a black puddle. Even shaking his body around to ruffle his pitch-black fur.

“I’ll take us the rest of the way; I’ll follow his scent,” Jimin announced, finishing his trip down the stairs before hitting a hard, concrete bottom. A single long hall stretched to both sides. Empty, iron-barred cells littered the walls. Jimin’s paw steps echoed due to his long claws in the narrow, underground basement of the academy. It was no joke, it truly was a prison; no wonder the academy forbade student access. It was eerie and even for a school of supernaturals, most might find the atmosphere too thick with unease. It could be a challenge to handle.

Eventually, Jimin’s steps faltered a moment before he bit back an unconscious growl.

“This is far enough,” Yoongi instructed before grabbing Jungkook’s arm and hurling him up like he weighed nothing. Jimin jumped out of the way of Jungkook’s white hospital scrub body as it burst up and through the shadow. The dragon groaned as Yoongi gracefully climbed out. The polar opposite of the dizzy heap of a dragon who was picking himself up off the concrete floor.

“You couldn’t have just lifted me out?!” Jungkook fussed as Yoongi just crossed his arms, Jimin remained as a hound at his side. Yoongi just walked past him to a cell, eyes shining for a moment before a lock click echoed down the hall. He turned to Jungkook, the cell door now ajar. “Is he?” His voice faltered and failed as he kicked himself into gear. Bursting through the iron door he threw himself inside.

Fixing his hunched posture and spinning on his heel to his right, he fixed his sight into a fierce glare. There, sat in a pathetic heap with stone-magic repellant cuffs on his ankles and wrists, sat Zaros. Sitting in torn and tattered clothes, stripped of his shoes. He looked so, absolutely pathetic. Jungkook’s lips rose to bare his teeth, his dragon peeking out in the form of raised fangs.

Fangs extended, eyes changing, scales rippling onto his cheeks. He rushed to Zaros’s front, squatting to grab his collar. Nearly ripping the fabric of the already worn out shirt of his, he lifted the grown man up so his neck tilted so Jungkook could look into his blank disgusting eyes. No one even jumped an inch to calm Jungkook’s rising anger. Jimin and Yoongi stood at the cell’s door, eyeing him- refusing to interfere. It was safe to say Zaros really had this coming in due time.

Jungkook snarled and growled as he just stared at the powerless heap of a man. There was no resemblance of the man Jungkook knew from before with enough pride to power a powerplant. That almighty, egotistical pride was deflated and his cheeks were sunken in with heavy bags under his eyes. Magic deficiency sure has taken its tole- he deserved it though. He yanked him a fraction higher, finally seeming to get his attention.

“Alright, bastard,” he snarled, “you’re going to tell me what the hell happened after you struck. Me. Down.” His grinding teeth enunciated his final words before he threw the feeble warlock stripped of all back against the cell’s concrete wall. Jungkook’s breath was running short due to his anger and he had no intention of even trying to calm down yet.

Zaros, however, remained a silent form. With a burst of heat, Jungkook’s breath hissed with steam as fire rested on his tongue from his lungs. The fire began to flick at the tips of his hair, wisping around. Jimin watched his friend with worry and something not too far from pity.

His rage was alive because of his loneliness.

He saw Zaros’s eyes flick up towards the dragon, something seemed to finally grab his attention. Yoongi’s eyebrow raised- he had been down here many times without Jimin’s knowledge when he followed his father. Zaros had been a motionless statue ever since he was found back then, this tiny motion of interest seemed to put Yoongi on edge.

“Heh,” was the small sound that escaped Zaros’s mouth. He seemed to regain some of his previous cocky nature as he sat up straighter than before and looked up at Jungkook. “You look exactly like you did before.” Jungkook silently pressed him for answers; the heat rolling off his body in violent waves spoke for him when it came to intimidation.

The two of them stared at each other for longer than they both realized without actually speaking.

“You didn’t come all the way here under the assumption that I know where that witch ran off to, did you?” Jungkook’s fingers curled into fists as his claws dug into his palm at the tone of Zaros’s voice. The warlock shifted his posture, lounging back as he lifted his cuffed, left arm. “Where ever she ended up, she got what she deserved for what she’s done.”

Jungkook slammed his foot into the center of the warlock’s chest. His heel dug into his chest as Jungkook pushed steady, calm anger into it. Blood leaked from the punctures in his own palm from his claws, dripping onto the concrete cell floor. His eyes were wide like his consciousness slipped away and was letting his anger work his body for him instead.

“What does that mean?” Jungkook’s voice was low, monotone and eerie. He was close to grabbing the man’s face in his bloody palm and lighting it on fire. It was a loud bark and a black ribbon of shadow that stopped his outstretched hand that called him back to his right mind. He looked over his shoulder to an eye-glowing Yoongi and an on guard Jimin hound.

The shadow ribbon extended from Yoongi’s shadow, lifting off the ground to tie tightly around the dragon’s wrist. It tightened when Jungkook tried to struggle against it. Jimin barked again, glaring at Jungkook with blood-red eyes. A warning to control himself. It was the realization that if Jimin needed to step in Jungkook would be on the floor in seconds that calmed him down back into rational thought. He’s been beaten by Jimin before, he didn’t want to make the same mistake and make that memory reoccur in reality.

“The quickest way to get us caught is to be irrational,” Yoongi warned. Jungkook lifted his foot from Zaros’s chest- although reluctantly. He let the shadow around his wrist pull him back and away from the disable warlock who was trying to hide the fact he had to regain the breath Jungkook stomped out of him. “We need to go back to your room before anyone notices we left. Our time here is up,” Yoongi told him as he dragged him backward and eventually out of the cell.

The iron cell door slammed shut, the sound echoing in the concrete halls of nothingness, leaving the warlock to sit in the same silence they found him in. With each step Jungkook took back down the hall, he felt angerier. Zaros clearly knew something, but he couldn’t get out of him what it was. He didn’t have enough time and Zaros didn’t seem to care enough about anything anymore. Jungkook doubt he’d get any answers even if he threatened his life- something Jungkook was tempted to try.

By the time Jungkook slipped back into Jimin’s shadow and joined Yoongi who took both hellhound and dragon back to Jungkook’s room and he returned to his bed, he felt like he lost more ground instead of gaining any. Jimin and Yoongi left him that afternoon after his regular treatment, letting him sit in another day of hospital bruting.

XXX

It was a particularly strong clap of thunder coupled with a brilliant flash of lightning from outside Jungkook’s hospital window that woke him up in a huff. Flinching to clutch his hospital blanket, he shot up as the rattling in the window calmed back down as the thunder faded. Rain pelted against the window in harsh drops as the wind moaned in heavy words. He was breathing heavily as he looked outside into the black world.

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall it was 2:03 in the morning. He took deep breaths to steady himself as he pushed the blankets down and kicked them off, swinging his legs over the bedside. It suddenly got too stuffy for him in the room as he stood up and padded to the window.

Placing his hand on the glass, it chilled his palm as he felt it rattle and watched the storm blowing outside. Trees with thin trunks bent to the wind as the taller, stronger tree’s bustled like loud pom-poms with their leafy branches. It would be a mess in the courtyard come the end of the storm.

Jungkook shivered at the storm, an action he hadn’t done before. Storms don’t scare him, yet he shook like he was terrified. The next bolt of lightning made him jump away from the window and the crack of thunder that followed quickly after made him drop to his knees and cover his ears. A small whine coming out of his mouth- he wasn’t sure what was going on.

When the thunder roll died for the second time, he slowly uncovered his ears and stayed kneeling on the floor. He was stuck between the emotions of being calm and terrified of the storm outside and all it did was cause so much confusion in his head. He had never been afraid of storms, so why was he now?!

He widened his eyes as a thought came into his head. He lifted his head up to the window, mouth open in silent words as an idea as to what was going on came to him. He wasn’t sure, but he hoped so much he was right about his hunch. He watched as another bolt of bright, white lightning lit up the night sky as the thunder rolled afterward. He shakily stood to his bare feet as he came to stand in front of the window again, putting his left hand against the glass once more. He could see his reflection in the glass before he looked at his bare wrist.

What if he was torn between these feelings because one of them is yours? What if the connection between you and him wasn’t really gone?

He folded his hand into a light fist as he pushed his forehead against the glass and shut his eyes. He took deep breaths as a shiver racked through his body again- one that he was convincing himself wasn’t actually his.

“Come on,” he muttered to himself so quietly that the wind could sweep the words away. “Please, give me something,” he pleaded. The next lightning strike was the loudest by far as Jungkook’s eyes shot open at the crackling sound. The lightning had struck the courtyard ground in a blinding white flash that caused him to shut his eyes immediately again before the mighty thunder that followed mimicked an earthquake’s power.

In that bright light that lasted one moment and with the thunder that roared loud enough to shake the building, Jugnkook swore he saw something behind his eyelids. He dropped to the floor completely this time, falling back onto his ass as he stared up at the window bewildered. After that, the storm seemed to calm and before long it was just another rain shower. Jungkook wasn’t sure how long he sat on the floor of his room, just staring up at the window’s glass- purely stunned.

It was long enough, however, that he only came to when someone shook his shoulder to get his attention. Jimin and Yoongi had already come into his room when he whipped his head around so see the time. 7am already.

Jungkook looked at the ground he sat on, wondering where the time went or if he had been imagining the whole thing. Did that storm happen? Or did he just dream it all up and sleepwalk around for hours in his room?

Whatever happened, he cut off the questions Jimin was asking- ones Jungkook hadn’t been listening to- by grabbing Jimin’s arm, his hand shaking as he got the hound’s attention.

“I,” he started before clearing his throat, “I think I know where Y/n is,” he finished. The picture of a stone chair on an island painted behind each blink of his eyes.

Young and Jimin both took sharp intakes of breath; their bodies freezing in place. Jimin had been hopeful for too long, so he just shook his head- with things so grim he was starting to slip. Nothing had happened these past six months despite people’s efforts. Why would he get excited because Jungkook said something? No, he’d stay grounded and try to calm the dragon down. Young I just watched the two as Jimin’s disbelief coiled in his master’s chest.

“Jungkook,” Jimin began to argue as he tried to lift the dazed former familiar off the ground. Jungkook just held around Jimin’s arm, shaking his head.

“No, no wait! Jimin, please you have to trust me. Hear me out, I can find Y/n. I-I know I can!” Jungkook’s voice pleaded with guilt as he knew this would put even more stress on his best friend. He just needed Jimin to hear him out. He quickly glanced at Yoongi, silently asking for help.

“Jimin,” Yoongi sternly called. The hound looked over his shoulder. “Just hear him out.” Jimin relented, sighing as he let Jungkook pull him to his knees, getting eye to eye on the hospital floor.

Jimin had yielded due to Yoongi’s command. Jungkook breathed, finally getting their attention. He wouldn’t hesitate to give away his secret place if it meant you were there too.

“There’s,” he starts, “this place that only I know about. I took Y/n there once. It’s undiscovered because something stops it from being found. I don’t know what or how, but Y/n and I are the only ones who know where it is. I think,” he stuttered, “I think she might be there.”

“Jungkook, you need to understand that you’re not connected to Y/n anymore.” Jimin tried to calmly reason with Jungkook. What would happen if, at this secret place, Y/n wasn’t there? Jimin wasn’t sure Jungkook could take that. Jungkook just shook his head, letting go of Jimin’s arm to hold around his own wrist.

“No, no, listen to me! I-I’m afraid of storms,” Jungkook blurted out. Jimin knew that was a lie. Jungkook could soar through the sky in the middle of a lightning storm without batting an eye. “Last night, that storm scared me to the point I was on my knees, Jimin.”

“Jungkook, you’re not afraid of storms.”

“I know, but I was scared last night anyways!”

Jimin tried talking some sense into his friend when from behind him, Yoongi finally spoke up again.

“Y/n hates storms,” he announced. Jimin and Jungkook looked at the warlock. “Lightning terrifies her.”

“I knew it,” Jungkook mumbled. He looked at the wrist he held, the bare wrist he wished wasn’t bare before he looked back up again. “I know that terror I felt wasn’t mine. I know it was Y/n’s. That’s why I’m so sure I can find her.”

It was silent for a time. Jungkook trying to persuade the two into helping. He knew Jimin was caring for him in his own way, trying to not let Jungkook hurt himself emotionally any further by getting his hopes too high. Yoongi stood in thought, the unwritten standing leader of the trio of wicked creatures.

Whatever Yoongi decided, Jimin would obey without a doubt. Jungkook could only hope he decided to trust Junkook’s words and gut instinct. The hunch he knew had to right. Yoongi sighed, something that made Jungkook perk up the smallest bit. The warlock looked at the dragon, still slumped down on the floor.

“Are you able to shift at all?” He asked.

“Yes, I can. There’s been no problem with shifting back and forth. It’s just as easy as it was before.”

“How soon can you be ready?”

Jimin looked at his master. “What?” He asked, bewildered that no one was listening to him. Jungkook smirked, coming out of his self-pity mindset for but a moment.

“How soon can you bring me a set of my own damn clothes?” He countered back.

“What?!” Jimin shrieked as Yoongi and Jungkook ignored his cries of protest. Once again, ever the worrier about outcomes possibly going south.

“Tonight then. If you’re sleeping, you’re at fault when I throw you out of your bed against the floor, snake.” Jungkook didn’t even try correcting him on what reptile he was, too caught up in the idea that he would finally be leaving this hospital room. He’d get outside and he’d get to the mountain cave. He’d get to you, even if everything stood in his way- he’d plow right the hell through it.

“Make sure to get some good clothes. I want to make a good impression on Y/n when I see her,” he teased, more to ease his own erratic heart as Yoongi just chuckled, crossing his arms as Jimin shot to his feet. He opened his mouth to argue, but something in his gut told him it wasn’t worth it. He’d have a better time winning an argument with a salad. So, he just sighed- signing himself on board of the train wreck to come.

The trio stayed quiet in the hospital room nearly all morning and well into the afternoon, planning it all out. Yoongi would go back to Jungkook’s room and snag a pair of pants for him- forgoing a shirt seeing as he had a better chance of traveling undetected as a half shifted dragon-man and not a full scale, giant dragon. He didn’t want to ruin another shirt by tearing wing holes into the back. He feared for what shoes he’d bring his way, but he had no choice but to just trust him. Jungkook did ask for one of his hoodies to bring along to wrap around his waist.

Who knows, maybe you would need something to cover up with.

It was mid-afternoon when Jungkook ushered them off, playing to the nurses and doctors that he was tired and wanted to rest. He did try at least. He tried sleeping through the afternoon so he would have energy into the night to get to the cave- but sleep was hard to come by. His chest was so tight and his throat constricted at the idea of finally seeing you again after all this time. It was like his body knew you’d been away for over half a year now.

That is far, far too long. He bit into his lip to keep his emotions in check as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying it will some sort of rest onto himself. A small power nap was all he accomplished- however anytime someone came into his room, he’d play as if he were sleeping to avoid any confrontation or conversation. Conversing energy is all he cared about right now.

XXX

11:46pm was when Jungkook sprung out of bed and flipped on a lamp nearby. His hospital room was dark, not even the moon shining tonight- being covered by clouds. The shadow he cast with his body on the wall gave perfect entrance to Yoongi, who was now walking out of it. Jimin bounded out of the wall beside him- already in hound form. Yoongi held a drawstring bag over his shoulder before he tossed it to the dragon.

“Hurry and change, we’ve gotta get you out before someone sees the lamplight on and checks on you,” Yoongi whispered. Jungkook nodded, not wasting any more time. He practically tore his scrubs off, tossing them on the bed behind him as he changed. A pair of black pants and a giant, pink hoodie. Lord knows how far back in Jungkook’s closet Yoongi had to dig for that.

If Jungkook wasn’t a dragon who wasn’t able to be cold, he’d probably be shivering in the chilly hospital room. Just jeans, some boots and a hoodie around his waist. He was glad Yoongi remembered to not bring a shirt. He stuffed his scrubs back into the bag his clothes were in and shoved it under his bed.

Jimin had been standing at the closed door, listening intently to make sure the coast stayed clear while Jungkook changed. Yoongi stood in the corner against the wall, waiting for the dragon’s all clear to get rolling.

Jungkook pulled the belt through the loops of his jeans before fastening it. He spun around to Yoongi, arms wide.

“How do I look?” He asked, the excitement bleeding into his tone.

“Like an exhibitionist,” the warlock deadpanned. “If you’re ready, let’s go.” Yoongi pushed off the wall, stepping forward. He snatched Jungkook’s bicep as he called Jimin back to the shadow they had come out of. Eyes glowing green, Yoongi shoved Jungkook into the shadow, through the wall as Jimin jumped in after him. Yoongi bursting the bulb of the lamp- instead of just flicking the lamp off- was stepping into his shadow just as a nurse rushed into the room. Finding it empty with lightbulb shards on the floor.

Traveling in Yoongi’s shadow was easier than the last time Jungkook had done it. Perhaps it was because he had you on his mind instead of anything else. Yoongi slithered along walls and ceilings, zigzagging the stairwells before he was pulling the dragon up and out of the floor of the roof, Jimin following. The wind whipped along the rooftop, the breeze smells like earth as Jungkook took a deep breath.

“It’s perfect flight conditions,” he muttered. It seemed like mother nature was on his side after all- even if the storm was a fit of hers. Or maybe, that storm was another message from mother nature to aid him still. If mother nature was real, after all.

“I hear footsteps from the lower floors,” Jimin piped up. “It won’t be long before they check the roof for us,” he warned.

Jungkook looked at the two of them. Jimin had been his best friend for a long time, and only recently- or he guessed not to recently given the time pass- he had decided to befriend Yoongi. Along with you. He smiled to them, wide in all his shirtless glory as his wings spread from his back and his scales encroached on his cheeks. His eyes glowed in the darkness, a contract to Yoongi’s glowing emerald eyes.

“Thanks, guys,” he spoke over the wind.

“Bring Y/n back and then I’ll accept your thanks. Until then, get going Snake-boy,” Yoongi retorted with crossed arms as Jimin shook his hound head. He looked up, somehow portraying a sort of smile in his canine features. Jungkook laughed as he walked to the edge of the building, looking down to see the small specs of people running around- probably looking for him. He was a big part of the Zaros case after all- being involved with the man’s daughter.

He took a few steps back before he rushed the edge, taking a leap and his wings hit the wind. The updraft lifted him up before he was flying off, the cover of darkness and trees hiding him until he was able to fly high enough and out of the city. His sights set on the path to the mountain cave he knew so well.

XXX

Jungkook lost track of time as he eventually could make out the outline of the mountain in the dark distance. He flew higher, the air thinning out just as it always did when he went far above the clouds. He was eventually zooming through the cave opening before the cave stopped and dropped, following the downward cavern into the place of the secret place he’s been to so many times before. Something felt off to him though.

The lower he went into the cavern, the feeling in his gut twisted and a gust of cold air started hitting his fiery skin. He hadn’t ever remembered the cave being cold before? Was it just him being paranoid? The opening to the cave came into sight as he could see the light of it nearing. He folded his wings, allowing his body to fall faster as he plunged downward.

He wasn’t paranoid. The moment his body passed the threshold of the opening in the cavern, he instinctively covered his face with his arms, his wings flying open again in a panic because his eyes were covered and the ground wasn’t seen. A blast of cold hit him again as he finally was able to uncover his face and reopen his clamped eyes.

His mouth opened at the sight of the cave as his brows knitted and a look of distress painted his face. His cavern was no longer the warm, floral cave he had known for years. The trees weren’t blossoming and the waterfall wasn’t flowing. Everything was still and everything was dead.

The trees were bare, the noises of the creatures who used to live there were silent and long gone, the waterfall had dried up and the lake of water was frozen over. The wind whipped around the area in loops, unable to escape. It was like a violent winter storm desolated the area and left it as a barren wasteland of nothing.

A part of Jungkook choked. This was the place he used to heal after his mother died, and now it was like this. This was the place he finally started connecting with you too, and now it looked so terrifying to him. The warm place of comfort was cold and he wanted to run. Fly out of there and forget about it, thinking it was just a bad dream.

He knew better.

Jungkook shook it off, taking in small, cold breaths of air as he started to finally lower himself to the ground, flying towards the frozen lake. Out of everything, that stone arch and throne that sat on the small island in the lake had remained the same. The bright magic that surged through its engravings still shone just as brightly as it did when you touched it and it activated. Had it been the magic that the throne shot off that was responsible for the current state of the cave?

His feet finally his the hardened, cold stone of the island as his wings closed. His wings were freezing as they touched his back, closing up but not disappearing. He was too on edge to revert back to his human form. His wings clung to him as his scales chilled his skin- yet of course, he wasn’t cold. He couldn’t feel cold.

He walked around the island and even onto the frozen lake. Delicate steps onto the icy water as he looked at the blurred image of himself staring back at him. The ice was thick and he was confident he could run and jump on it without a problem. He wouldn’t though, something felt wrong just standing on the lake of ice. He knelt to touch the ice, squinting his eyes as his trembling fingertips.

Out of nowhere, a cloud of mist started to surround the island and lake. Jungkook shot back to his feet, his boots stomping on the ice as he whirled around. The mist was thick; a white cover of chill that blocked his sights. Any thicker and he’d have a hard time seeing two feet in front of him.

He aimlessly waved his hands in front of him, a useless attempt to fan the mist out of his view. The white cloud cover only sifted through his fingers as it chilled his warm, dragon skin. He growled, slightly annoyed. Walking, he thought he’d hit the island again, but all he found was the iced lake under his feet. The mist had him turned around and he lowly groaned as he almost stomped- but knew better.

It stopped when a pulse of magic beat behind him. It lasted just a moment, the pulse of it like a heart. Turning, he squinted, seeing something. The low light of white through the thick mist. That has to be the stone throne, he thought. He couldn’t think of anything else it could possibly be. But why would it beat with magic? As far as he knew it was something of a magic relic, yes, but that didn’t explain why it had active magic inside of it.

Sprinting towards the light and beats of magic thrumming through the ground into his feet and up his legs to vibrate into his chest he soon was taking shallow breaths as he stood in front of the throne. The light source and magic beating throne of glowing, lightning stone. He furrowed his brow as he looked down at the person sitting on that throne.

It looked like you, from the appearance to the pulsing, blighted arm. Everything about whoever it was sitting on that throne matched you to an almost unnerving degree, but something in his gut told him that regardless of how it appears, that wasn’t you. His heart didn’t jump when he saw this person- this thing. He didn’t get goosebumps, he didn’t feel like dropping to his knees in relief, he didn’t feel like shouting and forcing you awake to scold you. He just felt- wrong looking at this doppelganger of you.

Though he knew that this thing wasn’t you, he couldn’t stop his mouth from opening and his voice leaving as if he were truly speaking to you.

“Wake up,” he spoke. Not cold, not stern, not soft-- just ordinarily. Even when he knew that this wasn’t you, it didn’t stop the gasp he gave when the doppelganger of yours opened its eyes with an easy, smooth motion. Jungkook’s mouth opened in a light breath before he shut it again, tempted to look away from the doppelganger. The black, empty eyes of this imposter made him miss your true eyes.

He took a deep breath, keeping himself together before he looked straight back into the empty void of its eyes.

“I know you are a spell,” he started, his fist opening and closing slowly in anxiety. “Y/n- the real Y/n, told me once about a mirage spell cast through mist. I know you are not real and you are not her, but-” he cut himself off. His fist clenched shut at his side, his arm tensing. “I have so many things I’ve realized so suddenly and I need to tell her the truth. Please,” he took a small step towards the copy. “Please, can you tell me where she is. I know she’s here- she must be.”

The doppelganger looked up at him with creased brows and their mouth open in a pitiful pout. If those empty, black eyes were true eyes, he was sure he’d fall to his knees and collapse. If this copy hadn’t lacked your eyes, he would have crumbled long ago.

Jungkook watched as the copy started to move, standing weakly on its two feet as it stumbled closer to Jungkook’s chest. The copy looked up at him without breaking- what would be- eye contact as it reached out and grabbed his left hand. Jungkook unconsciously wrapped his hand around the hand that reached out and squeezed.

“Please,” he pleaded once again in a whisper as thin as the mist. The copy finally broke eye contact as it turned to the right and lifted it’s free arm and pointed back out onto the lake. Jungkook turned to follow the copy’s finger. He looked back, “is she there?” The copy only nodded to Jungkook’s question before dropping its arm and releasing his hand- Jungkook almost missing the warmth.

Jungkook started back out without thinking- when he looked back to thank the copy, it was gone. Disappearing back into the mist. Jungkook walked along the icy lake for longer than he liked before he felt like perhaps the copy had lied to him. He hadn’t seen you at all, not along the lake anywhere. He stood in place looking around in the slightly thinning mist, frustration lacing his facial features as he started running his hand through his hair.

What if you really weren’t here? What if that feeling he had was wrong? He started to feel sick- he felt like he’d completely break if you weren’t here. He felt his mind spinning when he felt a small tremor under his feet.

He looked down at the ice and he squinted his eyes. Beneath him it felt like before when magic pulsed leading him to the stone throne, but now it felt like it was coming from beneath the ice. He jumped and almost lifted himself into the air and off the ice when an echoing crack filled the air. Beneath him now, between his feet was one solid crack in the ice that lead forward.

Whatever it was that caused it, Jungkook didn’t know- all he knew is that he was running down the trail it left without thought. The crack lead to a large, omnidirectional crack in the ice as Jungkook dropped to his knees and palms, peering inside the ice. His eyes narrowed before he saw something beneath the surface. His left wrist began to sting and he was punching through the ice before he could properly think about his actions.

His tight fist that licked with flames burst through the sheet of ice and his hand was plunged into the freezing water of the lake. He pulled his arm out before he was gripping around the open break and started stripping away at more ice. He pulled the crack open into a wide hole before he fell to his chest on the ice as he reached his arm fully into the hole, fishing around inside.

His eyes bugged when his fingers brushed against something inside the dark water. He leaned further into the lake, his entire shoulder submerged and ready and willing to dive completely inside if need be. He was soon wrapping his hand around something before he was scrunching up onto his knees and pulling up.

He choked and his eyes stung when the wrist and hand of whoever he had grabbed under the water breached the lake’s surface. He moved to his feet, crouching as he pulled and hoisted your cold, wet body out of the water and onto the lake. He fell back onto his rear as he pulled you to his chest and fell onto his back.

He was still for a moment. The idea of you laying on his chest, wet and cold, didn’t seem like reality to him. He stared glossy-eyed up into the mist that was navigable now before he sprung up again.

You were unconscious as he moved to roll you off his chest and onto the sheet of ice. His mouth opened and a choked whimper came out of his lips as he saw the state of you. You weren’t injured or cut, your chest still just barely moved and he could only assume that you had not drowned simply because this lake was known for its healing properties- as you told him before. It could not drown anything.

His fingers traced your torn shirt and exposed collar bone all the way to your left shoulder. He wanted to hold the hand that was infected with that blight of yours, the start of your curse, but he could not.

For the left arm that was once infected with lightning was no longer there.

Jungkook panicked, unable to think straight. Your arm was gone, your left arm was taken away from you and you didn’t have it. You had no left arm! He fell back onto his heels as he ran his hands through his hair and looked you up and down, making sure no other limbs had gone missing. Other than your arm, you were whole- a small relief.

Jungkook shook his head, slapping his cheeks to slap some sense into him. Your breathing was shallow and your body began to tremor with shivers. You had to be freezing. He leaned over you, shaking your shoulders as you lay on the ice.

“Y/n, Y/n! Wake up! Dammit- I’m not playing around. Open your eyes and talk to me! Y/n!” His voice broke, the tears he held in glossed over his eyes had begun to drop one by one onto your cheeks. His nose tinted pink as his brows creased down. His fingers shook as he tried to wake you, his fingernails digging bluntly into your skin- not that you could complain about it being unconscious and unresponsive. “Y/n, please- just this once listen to me,” he whispered.

He slumped onto the ice as he rested his hands on your shoulders and his head on your chest. Your breast supported his cheek as he heard your heart thump softly beneath his ear. The only reassurance he seemed he would be granted. He pushed his nose into your chest, your clothes and skin cold and wet before he sprung up, remembering he had a bright, pink hoodie around his waist.

He released you and raised to his knees and untied the hoodie before he looked at your torn shirt. It would only be uncomfortable and a risk of a cold if you kept wearing it. It was torn and ruined anyways so Jungkook tore open the fabric before he pulled it off you. Being a decent person, he kept your bra on you as he lifted your torso up and started scrunching up the hoodie and pulling it over your head. Lifting your one arm into the sleeves was a challenge before he was pulling it to settle around your hips. He didn’t lay you back onto the ice, instead, he just held you again.

“Hey,” he started speaking, “why did you do that?” He asked, knowing he wouldn’t get any sort of answer back. “I was content on being your familiar for the rest of my life; I thought you knew that?” He held you closer to rest his head on yours, he could feel the weakness start gripping his body, the turmoil he’s been through emotionally finally starting to take hold. “I was ready to stay with you until I stopped existing, I wanted to be yours.”

He could have imagined it, but he swore he felt you twitch just then. He thought he felt your body convulse just slightly, but he didn’t want to play it off as a trick of the mind. That small movement had him gearing up to leave. The mist had all but faded now, the solemn state of his once beautiful cavern escape clear and visible again as he picked you from the lake’s surface. He hiked you up his chest and held you so you wouldn’t risk falling as his wings extended from his back.

Your cold cheek fell on his bare shoulder as he looked at you sleeping. Yes, you were sleeping. That is all. He took a small jump, his wings flapping once as his toes brushed the ice before he started flying higher- slowly as to not discomfort you. Making it up through the cavern and out of the mountain he stopped above the clouds and turned to look at it.

“I’m not sure if I’ll ever return here again,” he spoke to the mountain as if it were a living being. Perhaps the mountain had a spirit and it could hear him, he did not know. Something in his chest told him that he didn’t need to come back to that cave any more. The bandage that covered the wound of his past was taken off and the remedy was found. He looked back down at you. “I found who I need, so I don’t need to come back again,” he looked back up. “Goodbye,” he bid as he turned and flew off, returning back to the campus where Yoongi and Jimin were waiting,

Jungkook nearly collapsed onto the roof. His feet hit the concrete before his knee buckled and he toppled forward with you in his arms. He felt dizzy and heavy as he held you in front of him in a daze.

“Jimin,” he lightly spoke- a sorry excuse for a call. “Yoongi, I’m here,” he whispered again. His body was heavy, too much going on too quickly. “We’re,” he said, cradling you as he fell to his side, his arm pillowing under your head, “we’re here. Y/n, she needs help,” he coughed before his eyes began to feel too heavy.

He vaguely heard a loud banging in the distance behind him before he heard the stomping of feet. He thought he heard someone yelling at him, but he couldn’t tell anymore. He just decided to deal with it all later when he woke up, so he just let his eyes fall shut with you in his arms.

XXX

When Jungkook woke up next, he shot up in his bed. He gasped as he gripped his covers as he looked around the room. Next to his bed sat Jimin who had jumped to pull his knees up in his chair at Jungkook’s sudden outburst. Jungkook blinked over at him more confused than ever.

“What? Where?” Jungkook spoke, groaning as he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.

Jimin settled back down, as he planted his feet back on the tile floors. “Yoongi and I heard your wings when you came back. We took you from the roof back down here for treatment. The doctors were really mad at us, even Parrish dug into Yoongi about it.” Jimin told the dragon. Jimin lifted the apple in his hand, half-eaten, as he took another crunch out of it. Jungkook looked around his room, the bag he hid under his bed now out on a chair with the clothes he wore out that night.

He looked down at his scrubs as he sighed, slouching back in his bed. Jimin kept shifting his eyes back towards him. Jungkook rose a brow at his friend, sitting back up.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He questioned.

“Uh, well, just-” Jimin rubbed his neck with his free hand. “Do you feel any different?” Jungkook shook his head as Jimin looked at his feet, tapping the toes of his boots together. “I didn’t actually think you’d really bring her back, you know?” He admitted as Jungkook remained silent. “Sorry for doubting you, I was just afraid of getting my hopes up.” Jungkook huffed as he smiled. He got out of bed, grunting as he walked to his friend.

“I know,” he stood in front of his friend as he put his hand on his head. Jimin was older, yet he let himself be comforted by the dragon as he sat in his own relief. Jungkook moved back to sit on his bed as he talked with Jimin a bit longer. It was then when he looked around and down at Jimin’s shadow. He pointed downwards, “Yoongi isn’t in your shadow, is he?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, he’s with Y/n in her room right now.” Jungkook tensed at that. Jimin was quick to quell the uneasiness that Jungkook let leak onto his face. “She’s alright- well aside from the lack of one of her arms,” he whispered before he cleared his throat. “Parrish said she hasn’t suffered any long-lasting side effects, she’s just pushed her magic limit way too far so she’s exhausted.”

“Is there a reason why she lost her arm,” Jungkook coldly asked.

“I can answer that for you,” a new voice cut in. Jungkook turned around when Parrish walked into his room, shutting the door behind him. His lab coat rested on his shoulders as it fluttered behind his knees when he walked in. He walked around the bed and promptly slapped the back of Jungkook’s head with his clipboard. Jungkook hissed as he held his head. “That’s for sneaking off and getting my son involved,” he scolded as Jungkook pouted. Jimin already had his helping of a scolding for aiding in Jungkook’s runoff, not to mention the lashing Yoongi got as Parrish’s son. “However, I am grateful to you for bringing my daughter back.”

Jungkook looked up at Parrish. Y/n lived with Parrish and Yoongi so long they were practically a family, it was no doubt Parrish saw her as his daughter. Jungkook nodded, his eyes stung- but he held it in. He wouldn’t cry in front of Parrish.

“Is she alright?” Jungkook asked as Parrish pulled up another chair and sat beside Jimin in front of the dragon as he set his clipboard aside. He folded his hand in front of him, resting them on his lap.

“She’ll recover without a problem, her magic was almost at zero, but she’ll bounce back,” he calmly spoke. “As to your previous question about her arm, she lost it when she took Zaros’s magic away.” Jungkook blinked as Jimin looked away, awkwardly taking another bite of his apple before the air ate away at it and turned it brown.

“What?”

“I said before that Zaros had his power seal away, but that wasn’t quite correct. In reality, he won’t be able to use magic again because it was taken out of him. Y/n took it away.”

“But, she couldn’t have- how is that even possible?!”

“Anything is possible, that’s why it’s magic. It makes things that seem unlikely, likely. I can only assume that when you were attacked by Zaros and she was left to face him, she found out a way to take his magic from him out of sheer panic. It was probably on nothing but rage and impulse, but Zaros was a very powerful warlock. Though, of course even with magic, nothing is free.” Parrish looked at Jungkook as the dragon curled his fingers into a fist, trying to contain his anger towards Zaros. Jimin also looked at the dragon as he got up, finishing his apple and tossing it into the bin before he sat beside Jungkook.

“Can a C-ranked witch really be capable of that?” Jimin asked.

“It’s possible. It’s not uncommon for magic to spike when the user’s life is threatened. Not only did Y/n protect herself, but she protected Jungkook as well. When she took his magic from him, she had to give something equal in return. So, the fates decided to take the arm that was filled with his magic as payment for her actions.” Parrish took his clipboard back into his lap as he took the pen in his pocket and clicked it.

He scratched and wrote and circled things on his papers as he flipped through them. Before long, his eyes scanned them once more before he replaced the pen back into his pocket and then presented the clipboard to Jungkook. The dragon took it with a raised brow.

“Even if it is grim, the loss of her arm may be a good thing.” Jungkook read the papers as Jimin looked over his friend’s shoulder, reading the best he could with a stretched neck. Parrish sat with his hands folded again on his lap as the two read.

“I don’t understand, so when she lost her arm, it helped?” Jungkook questioned aloud as Jimin started smiling before looking back and forth between Parrish and the papers he had just finished scribbling on.

“When her arm was severed from her body, the infection went with it. Y/n is no longer blighted.” Parrish solidified. Jungkook was ready to open his mouth again as Jimin grabbed his arm, holding it in excitement when the door to Jungkook’s medical room was slammed open.

“Doctor, I apologize for barging in, but Y/n is starting to wake up,” a female doctor announced. Jungkook dropped the clipboard as he sprung to his feet, beating even Parrish to rise. He ignored the shouting of Jimin and Parrish behind him as well as the doctor’s before he was pushing his way out the door into the hall. He could follow her scent he knew so well.

Jungkook ran through the halls, even down a flight of stairs before his nose led him to a doorway. He could smell your scent behind the door as well as Yoongi’s inside. He heard the sounds of all sort of machines he knew was helping you recover and the sound of someone else talking inside. Jungkook took breath before he was flinging the door open and rushing inside.

Yoongi stood over your bedside, staring down at you, holding your hand as you were hooked up to a machine used to help replenish magic energy. Yoongi’s eyes were swollen and Jungkook would poke fun at him any other time than now. Jungkook rushed over, bending over the opposite side of your bed as you slept. He peered down at you, your brows scrunched together.

Yoongi wasn’t all that shocked to see Jungkook, in fact, he was shocked he hadn’t seen him burst through the door earlier than now. Yoongi’s grip on your only hand was strong. Jungkook’s breath shuddered as Parrish and Jimin soon ran into the room behind the dragon who tore out of his own room a moment ago. Yoongi stepped away from you, letting your hand go to let Parrish get closer to you.

Jungkook hadn’t moved, his palms on your bed’s mattress as he stared at you without blinking. He waited and he stood absolutely still before he felt his breath leave him in one fell swoop when your eyelashes fluttered. Your eyelids twitched before they slid slowly open just a crack.

“Y/n?” Jungkook whispered as your eyes opened further. Your neck moved your head slowly to face the voice that called you. Your lips moved, but it took a few tries before a voice finally came out.

“Jun..g..kook?” Your voice was scratchy before you erupted into a fit of coughs. Jungkook jumped, panicky as he walked up closer to your head and cradled your cheek in his hand. He ran his thumb over your skin as you heaved, trying to gain your breath back.

“Hey, breathe. It’s okay, you’re okay,” he said. Voice cracking as a tear fell from his eye. He didn’t know where the tear came from and he didn’t mean to shed it, it just came out on its own. He sniffled before he felt his knees give and he found himself eye to eye with you as he knelt at your bedside. He buried his face into your mattress as his shoulders shook.

“Jungkook?” Your voice was stronger that time as he just shook his head, trying to signal to you he was alright. He was holding in too much and now here it was all spilling out in one, pathetic, giant heep. Jimin ran to Yoongi’s side who was just barely holding it together as Parrish worked on getting you removed from the machines you didn’t need any longer now that you were awake.

You reached up with your arm to hold onto Jungkook’s hand that held your cheek as you nearly choked when you wanted to lift your other arm, but it wasn’t there. You could feel the end of your arm just off your shoulder. You vaguely remember the pain of it bursting and igniting before it all went blurry. Parrish worked, Jimin and Yoongi held themselves together with the best they could at the foot of your bed as Jungkook kept his face hidden beside you, weeping.

XXX

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Parrish started talking to you about what to do and what not to do because you were recovering. He ran you through the fact that you did lose your left arm and that it had been close to seven months since you had gone missing. He told you that you had somehow taken Zaros’s ability to use magic- the result being your missing arm. He gave you the best run down he could without overwhelming you.

Jungkook sat on the side of your bed the entire time. He held your right hand as much as he could. When Parrish needed your arm, Jungkook released your hand and then took it right back when Parrish finished. Yoongi was quick to chew you out- but the tears glossing his eyes told the reality that he was just relieved you were back. Jimin wept loud and proud as he let it all out and he slumped into a tired mess before Yoongi took him out to get some rest at his dorm.

It was starting to tick further into the evening when Parrish excused himself, telling Jungkook to return back to his own hospital room soon. Jungkook just nodded, being left alone with you now. He wanted to mirror Yoongi and chew you out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He tinkered around with your fingers as he counted each finger. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and then back down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. His eyes were swollen as he still sniffed every now and then.

You curled your lips over your teeth as you licked them nervously. You weren’t sure what to say- you were very much aware that you had most definitely placed a sleeping sleep on Jungkook back before you disappeared and you were sure he didn’t take too well to that. He was as silent as you and the silence wasn’t comfortable at all; it was suffocating and stagnant.

You cleared your throat lightly as you lay on your back, staring at the ceiling.

“Um, Jungkook?” You voiced, met with nothing. He stayed quiet, still playing with your hand and still staring down at the mattress. You inwardly sighed as you tried again. “Jungkook?” Still nothing. “Are you angry with me?” You lightly asked, knowing he would more than likely say yes. You prepared for the burst of angry outbursts, but they never came.

Instead, he just slumped onto your bed beside you. You yelped as he dropped his torso to lay beside you, his face beside your left shoulder. His legs still hung off the bed as his toes just barely brushed the tile floor. He sighed as you remained quiet again.

“I want to yell at you,” Jungkook finally spoke. You knew that, but hearing him admit it still stung. “I wanna yell and scream at you for being so, so stupid.” He brought your arm over your chest to push your knuckles against his warm cheek. “I think Yoongi did it for me though, so I won’t,” he whispered.

“Jungkook, listen-”

“Did you not want me to be your familiar that much?” He choked. His throat felt clogged like he was going to cry again. He was starting to get sick and tired of crying. He hadn’t cried like this in so long, it was actually starting to annoy him.

“What?”

“It’s the only thing I can think of when I remember you broke our contract,” he murmured. “You put me to sleep, you took away our contract, you ran off and you got hurt through it all. I can’t understand anything and you didn’t even explain it before you acted. You didn’t talk to me, you just acted and ran. The only thing I can do is think you hated our contract so much you didn’t want to talk to me about it.”

You grunted as you tried to sit up, but with your only arm being held over your chest and in Jungkook’s hand, you had to rely on your abdominal muscles which happen to be as strong as straw at the moment. You groaned as you lifted your shoulders. Jungkook gasped as he shot himself up and dropped your hand, pushing his palm on your back to help you up.

He had you sitting up, slouching before you shifted to face him. You lifted your chin to rest on his shoulder as you pushed the top of your head into his cheek. Your arm slinging over his shoulder as your fingers ran along his spine.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. Jungkook shifted to sit on your bed, his knees on either side of your hips. He pushed his hand on the back of your head as his other stayed glued on the small of your back. You could feel his heartbeat calm in his chest. “You know I didn’t hate anything about our contract. I’ve always been happy you were my familiar, even when you rejected me before I got infected. I acted the way I did because I felt so guilty. I took your life from you and I felt like you were just forcing yourself to stay beside me because you couldn’t get out of it. I didn’t mean to hurt you, you know that.”

“You’re a jerk,” he whined, pushing his nose into your hair. You nodded.

“I know.”

“I mean, you’re just awful.”

“I know.”

“Selfish and hardheaded.”

“I know.”

“But even if you’re a jerk, I still don’t want to be anyone else’s familiar,” he admits. You pull your head from his shoulder where it rested to look at him for the first time in the eyes. You half expected him to have a look of pity and anguish on his face, but you were taken aback when the look you were faced with was one of bold determination. “I will not accept anyone else as my master, and I will not be anyone else’s familiar. It’s you, Y/n, or no one else.”

Your cheeks flushed at his confession. The look in his eyes told you that he meant every word. Jungkook shifted, his bent knees moving to stretch out before curling around the back of your hips. He grabbed your hips as he lifted you up. You held his shoulder as you squealed before you were sat back down on his crossed legs, your legs on either side of his waist. His fingers laced together at the small of your back, his brows furrowed as he pushed his forehead to yours.

“Tell me I can be your familiar again,” he told you. “I won’t let you go until I’m yours again,” he added. Your cheeks flared up as your hand fell from his shoulder to his chest. You could feel his heart thumping under your fingertips and behind his hospital shirt. You never even got to ask him if he was alright after everything, he didn’t give you enough time. He just jumped right into his own task without stopping- as per usual.

“I- Jungkook,” you tried interrupting him.

“I’m serious. Tell me or I’m not moving and neither are you,” he confirmed by tightening his arms around your hips, pushing his fingers into your back further. You could feel his breath on your face and shivers ran up your spine as his fingers stayed to hold you in place. He was serious it seemed.

“Are you sure you really want me?” You asked meekly, trying to move your head away from his and try and at least mask the red that started piling up on your cheeks. He was being way too bold. “You could easily have any other witch or warlock that isn’t nose high in family problems with only one arm,” you pouted. Jungkook cracked a smile before he leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the corner of your lips.

Frozen, you jumped but didn’t move- not like you could anyway. His lips on your skin were warm and his stone face finally softened before he leaned back and bonked his forehead against you with a small, almost comical knock. He giggled as he looked at you with galaxies in his eyes. His ears were red and you swore you saw small flames flick off his skin. Was that his way of blushing?

“I thought I said I didn’t want anyone else, family baggage or not. So what if you lost an arm? I’ve got two more for you to use, so I don’t see the problem.” You felt a small tingling in your right arm as you sat with him, talking as he held you hostage in his lap. Giggling in your face after backing you into a corner with the surge of boldness you hadn’t seen in so long.

“You’re positive you’d be okay with me as your master? I may not be able to break the contract again if you decide you hate me one day.”

“I couldn’t be more positive. I don’t think I could bring myself to hate you now even if I tried. There’s a reason I woke up on my own from the dream you put me in. I woke up because you weren’t there, so what’s the point if you aren’t with me here in the end?”

You wiggled to gain as much space as you could from him- that wasn’t much. Still on his lap, you pull your hand from his chest as you curled your fingers and extended your pinky. “Alright then, we promise on it.” You held your pinky in front of you. “As your previous master and as your future master as well, I hereby order that you become my familiar again, Jeon Jungkook.” You commanded.

He quickly released one of his hands from your back before he curled his own pinky with yours. His hand was as warm as his lips were before he was giddily smiling. He felt something like a new kind of spark in his chest after the promise was finished. He let go of your finger and brought his other hand to join together under your jaw. You jumped when he cradled your face and smiled before leaning to push his lips against yours in a proper kiss.

You're not sure what happened, but as he kissed you your arm felt hot and his left hand felt warmer and warmer against your cheek. You could feel him smile against your lips as you soon pushed against him, giving your own smile back. It felt like a breeze blew by the two of you as you sat in the warmth of his dragon skin before he pulled away from you- as giddy as a child.

You gasped when you saw him and his eyebrows shot up.

“What is it?” He asked as he moved his hands to hold around your neck gently. You just blinked at him, your face reddening. “What is it?!” He asked again, a chuckle in his voice as you leaned back from him and looked around. Wiggling around, you saw a small circle mirror beside your bed and reached for it. You grabbed it, flopping ungracefully along your mattress that made Jungkook chuckle. He reached over you, grabbing it instead after seeing you struggle with not being used to only having one arm to grab things with.

He placed the small mirror in your hand before you were settling back in front of him, climbing back onto his lap before turning the mirror around and showing him his own reflection. His eyes went wide before he was leaning towards the mirror and grabbing it from your hand.

“What the?!” The reflection that looked back at him wasn’t the reflection he had seen not that long ago. His brown hair was gone and his eyes had changed as well.

His dragon traits had slipped out without him knowing and the scales that were once dark and ashy on his cheeks were now a soft rose. His hair was no longer that dark brown you had teased him about but an ash pink that seemed to spike at the ends. His golden eyes were dotted with lavender- just like when he was hypnotized before. His fangs were longer and even his claws felt sharper than they were before.

He gasped again when he saw the glimpse of a tattoo under the sleeve of his scrub on his left arm. He set the mirror down before he pulled the sleeve up. The tattoo was so much different than the one before. It wasn’t just a simple wrapped tattoo that curled his wrist. No- this one was much more elaborate. It sat on the top of his wrist, curled into his palm and extended up his arm to his elbow. Curled with ink of a light shade of white his new contract symbol decorated his forearm.

Jungkook looked up at you who was admiring his familiar mark.

“I didn’t even perform a magic spell, I was just making that promise so that when I did cast it again you wouldn’t back out!” You admitted. “How did the contact finalize without the incantation?”

“Nevermind that,” Jungkook told you before setting the mirror completely off to the side. He grabbed your covered right arm. “You have to have a tattoo again too, right? What does it look like?” He pulled your sleeve up but didn’t see anything on your forearm. His brow raised and his eyes moved to look at you but stopped at seeing something peeking under your scrub around your collar bone.

He let go of your arm and pulled the collar of your shirt to the side to expose your shoulder and pulled it down to reveal more of your chest. The embarrassment you would feel from so much exposure wasn’t registering at the moment, instead you were focused on the reflection of the symbols that matched Jungkook’s arm engraved in white ink on your chest and shoulder in his wide eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. He looked up at you, fingers tracing the ink. “Is this mark really mine? And is this one,” he motioned to his arm, “really yours?” He asked. You nodded. They were identical marks just in different places. He smiled, his eyes watering before he lowered his head and placed his lips on your shoulder over the mark. “Thank you,” he whispered against your skin. His rose hair brushing your cheek as his scales chilled the skin it pushed against on your neck.

You felt him smile into your shoulder as he smushed his cheek into your skin, rubbing his cheek on you like some pet would. You giggled as he brought his arms around your waist to hug you and sway you back and forth on his lap. Your hand in his hair.

��Thank you so much,” he sang, deciding to sit with you a little longer before going to spread the news of the contract revival between the two of you. That and Jungkook wasn’t ready to face the wrath of Yoongi when he inevitably bursts out that he had kissed you at least twice.

XXX

A week passed and Jungkook was finally discharged and allowed to go back to his dorm. Of course once he settled in and cleaned up a bit- Jimin had been keeping the place dust free ever since Jungkook fell asleep- he was changing into new clothes and going back to school.

There wasn’t a hallway or classroom he could go into without being bombarded with questions. People asking about his new hair color or the fact that his brown eyes were a shade brighter now. When he would transform in class the awes and ridiculous gawking over his ash pink scales and crimson wings never inflated his ego more. People complimented his white tattoo and asked questions about his master.

He was always happy to talk about you if you were brought up. He would gush and talk about how much you went through to overcome everything that threatened to push you backward. His fellow Shifter’s hadn’t seen him so animated in talking about anything before. Jimin also had a hand in the skyrocketing popularity seeing as he was close with the duo.

Yoongi didn’t take to the spike of attention however. Anytime someone came at him with a question or a demand of a story about it all, he could immediately fade into the shadows of the walls or floors. Or if he was really feeling cornered, he’d enchant a ribbon bomb that spiraled around his body before exploding with a cloud of harmless dust that allowed him an escape route.

It turns out that when you and Jungkook sat together and promised another contract, your heartbeats synced and your emotional waves magnified to the point an incantation wasn’t needed. Your moment of solitude and confessions was enough for magic to take action on its own and form a True Contract.

The white ink that was stamped on your bodies was going to be there for the rest of your lives and was now the official symbol of your and Jungkook’s life long contract as Master and Familiar. Of course, it wasn’t just that- no. Jungkook still smiled at the memory of you stuttering over your own words.

You actually had the gall to ask him if he had feelings for you that extended past friendship and contracts. After sticking to you like glue and kissing you more times than he could count, you still had to ask if he loved you? He had called you stupid before he followed it up with another kiss of him saying that if he wasn’t already your boyfriend, he would sit you on his lap and trap you again until he was.

Jungkook was sat in class, bored out of his mind. His palm pushed into his cheek as his arms were exposed with his short-sleeved tee. The weather outside was chilly, not that it mattered to him. His pink hair sat shaggily on his head, oversleeping leading to him rolling out of bed, throwing on what he could find quickly and running out the door.

His textbook was propped open with his hand, his pen tapping mindlessly on the pages as the professor droned on and on about something or another. Jimin who sat beside him just rolled his eyes. This was the fourth time Jimin had caught Jungkook’s mind wandering off, he figured bringing his attention back to the lesson at hand a fourth time wouldn’t accomplish anything anymore.

When the lesson finished, Jungkook yawned, stretching as he packed away his book and tossed his pen to get lost in his bag. Jimin packed neatly as he threw his bag over his shoulder, already feeling Yoongi’s shadow pull at him from outside the classroom. Sure enough, when he turned he saw the shadow warlock standing lazily in the doorway.

Jungkook didn’t miss the way Jimin's face momentarily heated at Yoongi’s presence. The dragon smirked as he nudged the hound. His eyebrows wiggled as Jimin snapped at him to knock it off, his face flushing before he stood up, leaving Jungkook a laughing heap at his desk.

Jimin was such an open book.

Leaving the class with Yoongi and Jimin, they headed towards Jungkook’s locker to place his things inside before shifting lessons. Once again drilling the basics of shifting in and out of full form. He had just thrown his bag into his locker and slammed it shut when he smelt your scent not too far from him.

His ears twitched as he looked around and sure enough, you came round the corner with Parrish behind you. You still hadn’t been discharged from the hospital wing yet, so seeing you walking around in your scrubs at school spiked his attention. He was quick to forget everything around him and run towards you.

“Y/n!” He shouted. You blinked, looking at the dragon coming towards you in a jog before he was in front of you. You looked up at him, his pink hair a mess. “What are you doing here? You should be resting right now.”

“I gave her permission, don’t worry,” Parrish spoke from behind you. “Pix had something she wanted to do today, so I let her come back to school with me as a chaperone.”

“Something you wanted to do?” Jungkook looked back to you from Parrish as you nodded. “What is it? You seem nervous,” Jungkook told you. Reaching out to grab your hand instinctively. He felt his heartbeat harsher at the feeling of your nerves in his chest.

“I’m going to go see my dad,” you told him softly. Jungkook’s brows immediately furrowed.

“No,” he denied. “You can’t go see that person.”

“Jungkook,” you sighed as you almost stamped your feet. “I have to.”

“No, you don’t. You can go the rest of your life without seeing that miserable bastard ever again.” Jungkook almost snarled just speaking about Zaros.

“I’ve already made up my mind,” you told him. He wasn’t going to sway you on this and he could tell. He was trying to win an argument he had no chance of winning as he sighed defeated. You ran your thumb over his palm. “I have Uncle Parrish with me, it’s not like I’ll be alone.”

Parrish looked at the two of you before he crossed his arms.

“I’ll provide a suitable note of absence for Jungkook if he wants to come with us.” You looked over your shoulder at the coat-clad doctor. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a moment before he nodded, taking a step closer to you.

“I’ll go,” he told him.

“What, Jungkook you have class!” You argued. He just shook his head at you. He didn’t care, this was more important than drills he’s been forced to do a bazillion other times before. There was no point in trying to make him give in. Jungkook had called Jimin over to tell him that he’s skipping out on shifting lessons and to tell the professor that he was with you and Parrish.

Yoongi wasn’t too thrilled about you going to see Zaros, but it wasn’t his decision to make. He just bit his tongue and bore it.

Jimin and Yoongi walked off leaving the three of you together before Parrish began to lead you both to the door that leads down below to the long cement halls Jungkook hand snuck off to before. Jungkook could feel your hand tighten around his own as Parrish led you both to the door and down the stairs. The doctor stopped when the stairs ended and stood off to the side. You looked at him over your shoulder.

“I’ll stay here and let you both talk to him privately. As much as I should, I think it’s important that you both do this without my extended supervision.” Jungkook held your hand tightly in his as you nodded to your uncle. You took a quiet breath before Jungkook was walking first, lightly pulling you behind him down the hall. Your empty left sleeve swaying beside you.

It was silent for a moment before you looked at the dragon.

“You seem to know where you’re going,” you told him.

“Yoongi and Jimin snuck me down here once,” he admitted without much thought and a small shrug. “Plus, I can smell him.” He sneered. Heightened senses must be awful down in such a sealed off hall. Just concrete and the one hostage held down below. Before long the two of you stood before the cell that held the very core of all the problems you have been forced to bear for so long.

Jungkook wasn’t sure what spell you used so quickly to unlatch the lock to the cell, but it was soon sliding open as you took a breath. With the door open and the slumped, pathetic body of your father in front of you again, you froze.

The last time he was in front of you, he ruined so much. He hurt Jungkook, the scar on the dragon’s back would never fade because of this man. He put a blight on your arm and then you ended up losing that very arm in an attempt to stop his ugly tirade of power. He took your childhood from you, your happiness, your life and all the smiles you could’ve had growing up. Now, here he was helpless and weak at your feet.

Jungkook felt you waver. Truthfully, he wanted to slam that cell door closed, scope you up and run out of these halls back up above and away from him for good. However, he knew he couldn’t. This was your way of getting something close to closure. He wasn’t sure what exactly you were looking to get out of trying to talk to Zaros, but he was with you. He was beside you and that’s all that mattered to him now.

“Wake up old man,” Jungkook hissed, plumes of fire blooming from his mouth. His rose hair standing on end, spiking at the tips just as they did the first time his hair changed due to the sudden contract renewal and the magic that surged out of his blood.

Zaros mumbled before his body twitched and the shoulders of his that were slouched forwards started to rise and straighten out. Lifting his body his eyes, narrow and as cold as ever, landed on Jungkook and you standing in his lonely cell.

His dead, unforgiving eyes scanned over you so quickly you nearly cowered in fear. Even magicless, this man- your father- terrified you. Jungkook held your hand tightly as he pushed his arm behind you to keep you steady.

“Taking so much magic power out of my body, I’m shocked you didn’t die,” Zaros spit at you. He took into account the empty left sleeve of your scrub that swayed. He almost cracked a sick smile. “It seems as though you got what you deserved however.” Jungkook could feel the shivers run up your spine at your father’s voice. Even as he is now, he looks down on you, looks at you with hate and spite. Your teeth almost chatter at the sheer coldness of his voice and eyes.

You didn’t know what you were expecting to happen. Just because his magic is gone, it wasn’t going to turn him into a new person. If at all, he hates you more now than ever before. You stripped the man’s pride from his very core, leaving him as a simple human husk. He had pinned every failure on you and now you had taken his magic. You knew there was no way he could be redeemed and there was no way he could love you.

“I hate you,” you softly spoke, your eyes down at the floor of his cell. Staring at his feet and legs. Could you not lift your eyes to speak face to face even now? “Everything you’ve done to me and to everyone I care about, I can’t forgive you for a single thing.”

“I do not care for your forgiveness, dear daughter,” Zaros spitefully spit. Your eyes widened at his tone. He cloaked it all in thick loathing. You took a breath. It was now or never, and you had to get it all out now. You lifted your head, your eyes locking with the warlocks and you almost instinctively turned away.

“I’ve made a new contract with my familiar. He will stay by my side for the rest of his life- like it or not. Our bond is exactly what you and my mother had all those years ago.” Zaros brow twitched, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t know if you truly loved my mother or not, but I love my familiar with my whole soul and I’ve learned a lot from everything you didn’t teach me. The things you taught me were cold and sorrowful lessons, but I will take those into stride. I will loathe you until I die and I will never see you as my father.”

You released Jungkook’s hand and stepped into Zaros’s cell, your hand curled into a fist.

“I do not regret being born anymore. I have a family now. I have Yoongi and Parrish and Jimin. I have Jungkook with me and my days of trying to meet your impossible expectations are finally over. I came here to say goodbye and to take what’s mine back with me. I will end your reign and the name of ours that is so noble will die with you.”

“What are you-” he started to growl at you before his mouth was clamped shut. Your eyes shone with magic as a white thread pinned his mouth shut. He was frozen in place, small white threads keeping him pinned to his spot on the cell floor. You walked closer to him as you knelt in front of him.

“I will not succeed you and I will not live in that house. I will clear it all out of people and have it demolished. I will tear your empire down brick by brick while you are transported from cell to cell in prison to rot as a human criminal. Now, give me back what is mine. The only thing I can take that belonged to mother that she entrusted me to that you stole.” You reached forwards one at a time and removed the set of red, teardrop earrings from each of your father’s ears.

These ruby red earrings were an heirloom of your mother’s family you had come to learn in the past and every time you saw your father wearing them you would grow angry. They were yours and you knew your mother wanted you to wear them one day. That day would be today and nothing was stopping you anymore.

The seething glare your father gave you as you removed the last of his pride from him was scorching. You were sure he could feel your fingertips tremble against his ears as you took the jewels from them, but you couldn’t let him have the satisfaction.

Jungkook remained in the cell’s open doorway, waiting patiently for you. The small puffs of fire that came from his lungs with each exhale were a warning to Zaros who watched the dragon over your shoulder as you worked. If he tried to pull any funny shit, Jungkook would burn him into a pile of ashes without hesitation.

You soon stood back to your feet, the earrings safe in your palm as your white threads released him as he slumped in place, his mouth opening to let out the air trapped inside. You stood up and for once in your life, you were the one looking down on him. You felt your chest rise as you let your fist fall to your side, your mother’s earrings safe in your hand.

“I will never see you again and I will be sure to have you escorted to a prison that’s just as disgusting as you are.” You both glared at one another before you turned your back. The first and last time you ever felt safe showing your back to your father because of the way Jungkook watched him. Jungkook’s reflexes were faster than any dirty trick your father could think of pulling.

The dragon was quick to slam the door shut and burn the metal into place as he hissed at your father from the safety of outside when you were beside him again. Jungkook placed his hand on the small of your back, ready to lead you out. You stopped in your steps as you looked back once more at your father for the last time.

Your eyes stung, you weren’t sure why, however. You didn’t feel remorse or regret or sorrow. However, the stinging in your eyes was relentless.

“I guess this is goodbye, daddy.” You whispered as you turned and let Jungkook lead you back down the hall to Parrish. By the time you got to him, you were already crying again. Jungkook holding your head to his neck as you sobbed, your mother’s earrings in your hand that you held by your cheek.

XXX

Another week passed and soon you were discharged and back to school. Readjusting was harder than you originally thought it would be. Studying and doing magic was a whole new experience after a nearly 7-month hiatus of sleeping and then losing an arm on top of which. You had to relearn a lot of what you already knew, but you didn’t mind. Resparking your love for magic is what made you a talented Spellcaster anyways.

When you returned, Jungkook would be caught hissing and glaring at Elias any time he saw him in the halls of the buildings. Of course, the prideful gargoyle never did apologize for the shit he put you through, but you decided to put it behind you- Jungkook wouldn’t though. He decided to stay petty about it.

When Zaros was finally relocated to a proper prison, Jungkook was sure to keep you away from the group of men taking him away to put that bastard where he belonged. He wasn’t going to let you see him again if he could help it. Then, finally things seemed to settle into place.

Yoongi and Jimin took care of each other. Parrish worked hard as always and was always welcome to you and Jungkook as well as his son and Jimin. Yoongi and Jimin also had a few things they had kept from the group until Parrish pried it out of them and the burning bright, yellow matching insignias on their skin was enough to make you giddy for their future. You often made time to visit Parrish’s home when school allowed.

Jungkook had once again taken you back to his home to see his sister and father, to which they both had very extreme reactions to his physical appearance change- although positive ones. His father was proud of the familiar Jungkook had become and his sister had to battle with her brother over who was going to share a room with you.

It was the one night in the countryside that the two of you sat out in the open air, remembering the flourishing cavern in the mountain and talking about everything that’s happened so far that Jungkook felt truly healed. You told him that he helped you in more ways than you could verbalize- however Jungkook was sure that you healed him more than he helped you.

He was finally himself after so long of being only half the man named Jeon Jungkook. He found the rest of him through you and when you gifted him with one of the two ruby earrings to wear in his ear. He knew that he would want to spend the rest of his life healed next to you. His earring shining the brilliant red shade that matched yours and he knew that somehow both your mother and his were happy and proud of the children they never got to finish raising.

Jungkook moved to kiss your cheek as you sat in front of him in the middle of the forest he took you to with the glowing, hybrid dragonflies. You looked over your shoulder at him, a brow raised and a smile on your face.

“What was that for?”

He just smiled, plopping his chin on your shoulder and pushing his nose into your cheek affectionately. “I just wanted to kiss you,” he sang. You chuckled at him as you continued to play with the dragonflies. He watched you with a smile. “Hey,” he called to get your attention as you hummed at him. “I love you.”

You turned and pecked his forehead, his favorite kind of kiss. “I love you too, my dragon.”

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pls pls pls! lmk what you all thought of this. I have to write the epilogue yet, but this is my biggest accomplishment when it comes to a series finale!

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the-insomniac-emporium · 4 years

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Hey! I saw you were taking requests :3 would you mind writing (hcs, scenario, anything!) a thing where, shortly pre-OVW recall, McCree and his old teammate (f or neutral pronouns are fine but it’s up to u!!) accidentally meet again after he left without warning? Bonus points for “I thought u were dead/I was never gonna see you again” type stuff :p thanks! Sorry if this was confusing!

{This was, like, super fun to write? I did kinda flip part of the script, but it still fits what you asked for (hopefully). Minor warning for implied alcoholism though, oops. It can also be read as more of a “bars exist for brawls” than “alcohol is my coping method” though, so maybe that’s not as bad??? IDK, at least the ending feels cute.} {-J}

After the fall of Overwatch and its subdivisions, there were certain things that you had been forced to accept: Dozens of your friends and coworkers had died, you were out of a job, and everything you had worked so hard for had crumbled into oblivion. So yeah, shit, you ended up drinking away your pain more than once. At this point you weren’t even sure how many places you were banned from. Still, you held onto the pride that came from never starting any fights, instead waiting for some asshole to decide he wanted to rumble with an ex-Blackwatch agent. It was messy, dangerous, and only added to your nasty reputation.

Few organizations would even think of hiring you. Did that make your drinking worse, or did your drinking make the job search harder?... It wasn’t something you wanted to dwell on, especially considering how desperately you were trying to change things. Mercenary work hadn’t suited you for long, as all your clients were faceless, mysterious forces pulling strings from the shadows. How could you trust that they weren’t like Talon?... Or like Blackwatch had become? In the end you had been forced to slink back into the shadows, praying to whatever gods may be that you could still do some good for the world.

That was a couple years ago. You had changed your name, traded out your old gear for something less suspicious, and set yourself up along the halfway point of Route 66. The area was known for its problems with gangs, violence, and a general lack of government intervention. Sure, the road itself spanned across eight different states, but most of it had been in a state of disrepair for a few decades now. The Omnic Crisis was the final push that sealed the region’s fate. Or, at least, it had been. Some people still cared.

Like you. Why else would you be here, now, scanning the horizon, a beer in one hand, binoculars in the other? There certainly weren’t any good birdwatching spots nearby. Just a rundown gas station perfect for staging ambushes, an old school diner with shitty coffee, and a dusty, dirty crevice up high, wonderful for keeping an eye on it all. You didn’t like it up here, but it was the only discreet place to perform surveillance on the local miscreants.

Apparently a new gang was starting to harass people in the area, despite the proximity to Deadlock turf, and were trying to sell “insurance”. Understandably, that really pissed you off. Sweet-talking one of the locals had gotten you insight on the gang’s general daily routine. Nothing too specific, unfortunately. Now all you had to do was wait for the scum to show up so you could pound them into the dirt.

Taking a quick swig from your beer, you settled in a little, preparing to wait for who knows how long….

Dust flew into the air like a trail of smoke, blurring your vision but not deterring you in the slightest. You slipped around your target, barely avoiding his second kick, before slamming your elbow into the back of his head. Sure enough he went crashing down with a thud. More dirt was kicked up in the process. At least it made it a little harder for the gang members still outside to target you. Another quick dash landed you behind cover, where you could finally take a moment to breathe.

“Damn it,” you grumbled, hearing yet another bullet whiz past your hiding spot. There were still four or five gunmen outside. Truthfully, that was the total number of people you had expected to find, not just the backup boys. Sure, you had prepared for unforeseen hiccups, but apparently not enough. In over your head, stuck sitting like a duck, reminded more and more of the old days. Shit, you missed your teammates. Normally Jesse or Genji would have saved your ass by now.

You missed them. So much, in fact, that you were pretty sure you just heard Jesse’s signature “high noon” line. It almost made you feel like you were a bit more tipsy than you had thought. When the sound of a revolver firing reached your ears, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had actually died; if so, this was the weirdest form of afterlife known to mankind. Curiosity ended up getting the best of you. Crawling to the side, you made sure not to reveal any part of yourself to your enemy, working your way towards the building’s secondary entrance. That was still within the gang’s line of sight, but you hoped it was far enough to the side that they wouldn’t immediately notice you poking around the corner.

Sure enough, nobody shot at you when you turned the corner. Someone did, however, raise a silver revolver in your direction. Air got caught in your lungs as you stared down that ever-so-familiar barrel. Relief started to flood your chest… until you realized that the gunman wasn’t wavering in his stance. Your gaze follows up his arm, to his face, and you suddenly wish you weren’t wearing this stupid goddamn mask.

“Hold it, buddy, unless you want to end up like your compadres back there,” Jesse McCree drawls, tipping his head back towards the fallen gang members. Evidently he hadn’t seen you beating the crap out of the ones inside. Still, you raised your hands slowly, showing your lack of weapons. “There we go. Now, take off that there lil’ mask, nice and easy, alright?” You complied, of course, tossing it to the side before throwing a grin in Jesse’s direction. His reaction made you really, really wish you had brought a camera. The normally smooth and put-together cowboy is now slack jawed, a sense of wonder (and something else…?) in his eyes. Soon your name drops from his lips, whispered like a sacred prayer.

“It’s good to see you too, Jesse,” you manage to reply, still grinning like a fool. Hardly a moment passes before the wind is suddenly knocked out of you. Jesse had holstered his gun, closed the distance between the two of you, and pulled you into a hug in a matter of just a couple seconds. The action catches you by surprise, now making you the one to choke on the words caught in your throat. Still, you manage to hug him back, leaning in to gently rest your head against his chest.

“Goddamnit, who gave you the right to surprise me like this?” He asks after a few moments of silence, his voice on the edge of breaking. His grip was tight, like a man desperate to keep his sanity clutching onto a lifetime of coping methods. Words failed you, barely managing a confused noise, as you pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. There was something you couldn’t comprehend in his gaze. Something you were missing, that required knowledge you didn’t have. Your head tipped to the side as you hoped for at least a little elaboration. Jesse seems to realize your cluelessness, and shakes his head with a bitter laugh. “I thought you were dead,” he murmurs, the words settling on his tongue with an all-too-familiar weight.

Shit, you thought, eyes going wide for a moment. Thoughts raced through your head as you tried to process what he said, thinking back to what had happened after Blackwatch’s disbandment, wondering why he could possibly have thought that you were-

….

Fuck.

Yeah, that tracked. Going from constantly fighting in bars to fucking off to nowhere, changing your name, and turning to the vigilante lifestyle? No shit people thought you were dead. How had you ever thought that this was a good idea?... Sure, most of your old friends had done the same, scattering across the four winds without so much as a “lol bye” (or, you know, a proper farewell). However, that didn’t mean that there weren’t still people who cared, who you could have at least made the slightest effort to keep in touch with before disappearing. People like Jesse.

“Now that you mention it, I realize I didn’t exactly leave much room for thinking anything else,” you replied, barely managing to speak through your embarrassment. A laugh tried to move past your teeth, even though you knew the timing was bad, but the sound died as soon as your gaze met Jesse’s.

“That’s one hell of an understatement, old friend,” he said, hardly a trace of mirth to his name. Both of his arms were still around your frame, gently cradling you, as if a stiff breeze might sweep you away from him once more. You could feel his body shifting with every breath he took, slowly finding yourself matching the movements. One of Jesse’s hands moves to cup your cheek, fingers sliding so carefully that you almost didn’t feel it, but you lean it instinctively, finding your lips placing a whisper of a kiss against his wrist. “Darling,” he breathes, voice caught in his throat, blocked by joy and surprise alike.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, Jesse. I swear I never meant to just vanish like that,” you plead, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Things were bad, and I… I just ran from that, I guess. But you didn’t deserve that, at all, and I swear to whatever passes for high heaven these days, if you give me a chance-....” Pulled in closer, you couldn’t help but squeak a little when Jesse plants a kiss on your forehead. One of his hands is rubbing gentle circles into your back. A reassurance, one you desperately needed. “I can make it up to you. We can do better this time, right?...”

Jesse didn’t say anything, at least not at first, but the feeling of his hat settling down on your head gave you all the answers you’d ever need.

#jesse mccree x reader #mccree x reader #jesse mccree

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 210

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For some reason only known to the lord above, on their bed, “wrapped” with a red ribbon around its handle, was a lawnmower. Blue, silver, and black in colour, this had to be Shiro’s dumb idea. No normal human would gift them a lawnmower at a baby shower, nor would they put it “in bed” like it made any kind of logical sense. It hadn’t been there when Keith opened the windows earlier... if he’d seen it, he would have moved it. Sniffling loudly, Lance then choked out

“They got me a lawnmower! I’m a terrible person!”

Now that he knew Matt had been in their space, he could smell him in the room. Too many scents were in their room. Matt, Curtis, and Shiro, three scents that didn’t belong in their space. Lance gave them pretty much free reign of the house, allowing them to violate the sanctity of his office with the promise they’d never look at his client files, or in the boxes that’d come from Lenny and were currently occupying the spare bed

“Let me take it off the bed, then you sit down and we’ll talk”

Lance shook his head, the way he gazed at their bed hurt to see

“I need the bathroom first...”

“Okay, baby. It’s okay, we’ll sort this out”

Lance came stumbling out the bathroom looking worse than when he’d headed in. Downstairs Rieva had started yelling at Matt for being stupid, then started yelling at Shiro for encouraging Matt to be stupid. Coran had tried to calm her, so she’d yelled at him about how he should understand what Lance was feeling with his nesting instincts and being close to giving birth. There was a whole lot of yelling for a party that had been otherwise running semi-smoothly, provided you didn’t count Pidge feeling a bit down and Shiro and Curtis cremating the sausages on the barbecue, somehow managing to leave the middle red raw.

Waddling over to him, Keith held his arms open, Lance going straight for the hug. Nosing at Lance’s belly, Keith sighed softly as his fiancé started playing with his hair

“You should sit down”

“My stomach feels gross, I want to stand for a bit...”

“You don’t need to hide it. Matt shouldn’t have been in here”

“I know he lives here... but this was supposed to be our alone space... I can smell him... and... and... the windows open and all our smells are gone. Why would he open the window? Why did he have to come in and ruin our room? I don’t go in theirs! Not even to clean! I get they wanted to surprise us but... this is our room! I don’t want the... the smell changing and now it’s being ruined”

With tears dropping on Keith’s hair, Keith tilted his head back to look up at Lance

“I’m... the one who opened the windows. I’m sorry. I was trying to get rid of Lotor’s scent for you. I didn’t think about how comforting scent is when we’re like this. I’m sorry I fucked things up for you”

Lance hiccuped a sob as he tried to bring his crying under control

“You... you didn’t... know... I... I don’t know what to do. This feels... wrong... in here... I can’t... I don’t know how to... how to... fix it... This... was... my safe space...”

Keith got it. Lance’s loved the comfort of blankets before he’d gotten pregnant, with all the instincts running through him, he had to have things a certain way. Despite his fiancé being anal about the dirty washing going in the dirty clothes basket, more than a few of Keith’s shirts had made it between the blankets. Keith also benefited from the space being so thoroughly soaked in their scents. He could smell the difference between Matt’s lingering scent in the halls and his fresh scent in his room. Poor Matt copping the brunt of his silent jealous as he was the only other person in the house that could get Lance pregnant, had his fiancé not already been pregnant. His ego had a hard time accepting Matt near Lance when Lance could pop at any moment. His fear made no logic sense, yet that didn’t mean that did exist

“It’s still our safe place. I’m sorry my brother is incapable of being a normal human, and I’m sorry that he was probably really proud of putting the lawnmower on our bed...”

“I want to laugh at that, it’s a good one and it’s funny, but I feel so angry that I’m not sure I won’t go for blood if we go downstairs... I don’t want to be that way. Not today. They put together a great party for us. I just wanted to be normal enough to enjoy it”

“There’s still plenty of time. We can strip the bed and change out what’s on it. It’ll help to get rid of Lotor’s scent too”

“I know. I know it’s just some sheets and blankets, but...”

“You’re exhausted. I know you are, babe. Let me change the sheets and you can have a bit of a nap. With the amount of alcohol Pidge stocked, I’m pretty sure drinking is on the plans”

“I haven’t thanked anyone... I don’t deserve any of this. Not a barbecue, or an outside set, or a really nice new lawnmower...”

Keith would steal every star in the sky if it made Lance happy

“You do. No one made our friends go out and buy anything. They chose to, and it’s not like it’s just for us. I’m sorry I didn’t get you a present”

“You don’t need to. And I don’t need a fancy ring. You keep your word, babe. That’s all I need”

“Let’s get you to bed. Tonight we’ll make sure to really stink the blankets up”

Lance gave a broken sob of a laugh

“You’d have sex with me, when I look like this?”

“If you haven’t realised by now, all you have to do is breathe and I’m like “I want to tap that”

“You’re going the right way for a smacked arse”

“Promises, promises. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let you pull my hair as I rail you to the mattress”

“Now who’s making promises?”

“You already said it, I keep my word. Just keep your night open, because I’m not letting you slip away”

Lance fought going down for a nap, Keith fought the urge to stay with him, dragging himself from their room and downstairs. Their friends knew better than to let the pair of them disappearing bring the party to a close. Coran was now getting a lesson in beer pong from a ruthless Pidge. Rieva and Matt both seemed saddened, their scents weird as they hit his nose. Allura the first to cast a smile in his direction

“I’m assuming that Lance went down for a nap as you’ve returned alone?”

“Yeah. He needed it. I’ll wake him up in a couple of hours”

Shiro cleared his throat, Allura about to say something else but stopped so Shiro could

“I’m sorry about the lawnmower, we thought it’d be hilarious”

Lance’s obsession with grass was well known, the only way the joke could have been funnier was if they’d dressed the lawnmower in lingerie

“Oh, Lance thinks it’s funny as fuck. He loves it. He’s just super sensitive to scents, and I made it worse by airing out our bedroom. He’ll bounce back and you know he’s going to be apologising when he comes back down. I still don’t know why you guys had to go through our drawers”

Shiro answered for Matt who copped a very direct glare from Keith. Matt couldn’t help being a werewolf any more than Keith could. Both of them cared deeply for Lance, their stupid egos and scents making things ridiculous for the pair of them

“I needed a spanner. We were joking about how being Lance, he’d probably keep on in his room... you know, because he fixes everything the moment he knows somethings broken or leaking”

Keith groaned. That was logical. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lance did. Everyone knew Lance was the handiest person in their group

“Okay. That’s fair. But stay out of our room from now on. This scent thing is really messing with his head. He doesn’t want to be mad, but he’s also emotionally exhausted”

Shiro gave him a mock salute

“Message received loud and clear. Are you staying down here, or headed back up?”

The temptation to go back to Lance was enormous. Helping him strip down to his shirt and underwear, Keith had tucked him with plenty of kisses until Lance finally drifted off to sleep. His fiancé looked so angelic when he was slept, though plenty of people would argue the snoring and drooling ruined the effect

“Nah, he’ll be fine. I’m more interested in who’s winning and who’s idea it was to let Coran face Pidge of all people”

“His. Grab a beer and come sit down”

A beer sounded great... This was a party after all... but he’d been a drunken idiot far too many times with Lance taking care of him. The time had come to be an adult and stick with water for the rest of the party

“Ugh. I wish. I’ll be back in a minute”

Being a fae, they were renown as trickster demons. Keith had never seen Coran this competitive as the tables turned on the game of beer pong. Starting to make trick shots, Pidge was soon swapped out for Curtis, heading down the wrong side of tipsy she tripped and landed in Krolia’s lap, declaring a rematch would be had once she’d sobered up enough not to be yelling into Krolia’s crotch. Curtis put on a valiant effort, making more shots than he missed, yet Coran didn’t show the slightest hint of intoxication. Lance would have been shocked. Keith was shocked. In Coran’s world there was nothing better than a good cup of tea... not copious amounts of alcohol.

There came a gradual shift in the mood of the party. It’d become less of a baby shower and more of a “We need to defeat the demon in Lance’s living room” kind of a deal. Curtis was subbed out, six shots his limit. Coran, on the other hand, didn’t get the game and questioned why his cups weren’t refilled. Matt happy to refill Coran’s cups, not mentioning the aim of the game was to make the loser empty all of theirs. After Curtis came Shiro, who already tipsy from the seems of things, was beaten easily as he failed almost every throw, Coran growing more talkative and prideful in defeating their friends one by one. Finishing the cups in front of him, Shiro flopped over backwards where he sat, Coran frowning at losing his opponent as he asked

“Now what happens?”

Rieva retrieved Shiro, dragging him over to prop him up against the chair near Krolia’s feet. Firmly she brought things to an end. Shiro looked absolutely wasted as he sat there with his eyes closed and a smile playing in his lips. He didn’t even seem to notice when Krolia stuck her bare foot under his nose

“That’s it. All the cups on this side are finished”

“That’s rather disappointing. I really quite like this game of yours. My cups are still quite full. Allura, perhaps you would fancy a game?”

Allura laughed politely. She’d been cheering on their friends, though she had no idea what to cheer over, she’d given it her best shot

“I think I’ve seen quite enough. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you consume so much alcohol”

“Nonsense. This is mere dishwater compared to the stuff we used to drink. Barely made a dent, if I do say so myself”

The man had single handedly taken out Pidge, Curtis and Shiro... and was still up for more? Keith could only shake his head at the thought of a drunk Coran being as rambling as a tired Lance

“Krolia, perhaps...?”

“Nope. I’m driving Curtis and Shiro home tonight. Keith’s got Lance to look after, Hunk has to drive Shay home”

“Then perhaps our Shay would care for a game?”

Shay shook her head

“I’m not going there. You’re a demon, what chance do I stand?”

Coran burst into tears. None of them expected it and no one quite knew what to do, apart from Allura who slipped off the sofa to wrap her arms around him to comfort the fae. They couldn’t help being humans

“There, there. They are human after all”

Coran shook his head, puffing his chest out

“Don’t you see, I won! This means I’m the winner! Oh, I can’t remember the last time I won at something so fun, and on my first try!”

A silent groan fill the room. They’d bowed out, and their plan to take Coran was ruined by the sheer amount of alcohol he could tolerate. Allura clearly forced a smile to her lips, Keith sympathetic as this would surely become another of his stories they’d all be stuck listening to

“Uh, yes. Yes, I suppose it does...”

“Wait! I can still drink!”

Waving her left arm, Pidge pushed herself up with her right hand, then flopped backwards against Krolia

“No I can’t! Where’s Lance?! He could do it!”

Patting her arm, Shay broke the bad news to Pidge

“Lance isn’t allowed to drink, it’s bad for the twins”

Pidge’s eyes narrowed, animatedly she yelled angrily

“That undead arsehole! Lance! You suck! Coran, I demand a rematch!”

Coran’s eyes filled with some kind of excitement. Drunk Pidge wasn’t someone to be messed with, heck, sober Pidge wasn’t someone to mess with but with her moral compass out the window anything was likely to happen

“What do you suggest?”

“Mario! You’re gonna lose so bad! That useless Peach is gonna wipe the floor with you! Hunk, we need Mario! I won’t be happy until he feels the devastation of rainbow bridge!”

Hunk pointed to himself, Pidge nodding, Keith wondered if he should say a prayer for Coran now or later on

“This rainbow bridge sounds most interesting. How do you play?”

Pidge wiggled her fingers at Coran as she laughed, failing at trying some kind of spooky accent

“Very very carefully. No one beats Pidge on the rainbow bridge! You hear me, Lance! I’m coming for you too!”

For all her yelling, a long groan of his name from upstairs told Keith that Lance had finally woken up due to their pint sized big mouth. His fiancé’s timing couldn’t have been better as he needed an excuse to flee the living area. Coran had no idea the fire he’d awoken in Pidge. A sober Pidge with a controller in her hands was bad enough, a drunk Pidge with a controller in her hands was near on demonic. With a healthy fear of what would happen should Pidge lose, Keith opted for the convenient excuse of Lance calling for him. Yeah. Whatever happened, the others would totally take care of it... he was not a coward at all.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, Lance had gotten himself tangled trying to take his shirt off. His fiancé’s expression filled with sadness as he softly asked

“Keith... help?”

“Oh, babe. I’ve got you”

Lance had gotten one arm out, and stuck in head hole bit, too sleepy to escape on his own. Walking over to his fiancé, he dropped a kiss on Lance’s head before taking over getting Lance free of his shirt

“I’m sorry...”

“It’s okay. Is there a reason you were getting naked?”

“Wanna take a shower... I made a mess”

As Lance started crying, Keith hushed him. His fiancé pretty much limp as he got his trapped arm free and then helped him out his shirt

“Okay, mister. Pants next”

“I made a mess”

Messes happened. Lance couldn’t help it

“That’s okay, these things happen. Let’s get you out your underwear. Up we go”

Swaying on his feet, Keith pulled down Lance’s underwear as Lance kept his balance with his hand on Keith’s shoulder. The mess wasn’t what Keith expected. Lance’s underwear sodden with cum, his lover half hard as Keith tried not to stare

“Don’t... look... it’s embarrassing”

“You had a wet dream, no big deal. Was it about me?”

“You’re the one who put sex in my head... I want to take a shower”

“Do you remember what happened?”

Downstairs no longer mattered. Keith’s ego elated that Lance had had a sexy sex dream about them

“Keeeeith... please...”

Taking Lance’s half hard erection, Lance groaned as Keith slowly began to jerk him off

“Tell me what happened in your dream”

“Babe... the party”

“Fuck the party... they can afford to miss us and we really don’t want to go back down there right away”

Shifting position, Keith wrapped his lips around the tip of Lance’s dick, sucking lightly as Lance’s hand flew to his hair

“Keeeith”

Letting his lips slide to meet where his hand was, Keith bobbed his head twice before pulling back

“I want to know what you were dreaming about”

“You...”

“What about me?”

Jerking Lance faster, his fiancé moaned. He knew teasing was bad, yet was too filled with elated ego not to. Letting himself feel pleasure rather than pressing need to shower and return to the party, Lance panted out his words between moans

“I... you... were riding... my dick... I was fucking you”

“Is that what you want to do? Do you want to fuck my mouth?”

“God, yes”

“Then you better do it like you mean it”

Holding Keith’s head to his groin, Lance slowly built up to fucking his mouth. His pregnant fiancé had urges, and it’d been a long while since they’d used the pocket pussy, as they usually couldn’t slow down and stop themselves long enough to think about anything other than getting off. Hallowing his cheeks, Keith had tears in his eyes, Lance filling his mouth perfectly, even if he seemed to be trying to ram his dick down Keith’s throat, despite how bad it’d initially made Keith gag

“Keith... I’m gonna come”

“Nghhffd...”

That was Keith speak for a yes, “while my fiancé’s fucking my face”, Lance easing back enough to give space to Keith as cum flooded his mouth, then dribbled down his chin as he tried to swallow as much as he could. The vampire coming with a low growl as his fingertips scratched Keith’s scalp.

As Lance’s knees gave out, Keith caught him by the hips, pushing him so “fell” sitting on their bed. His lover’s chest heaved, as he brought his breathing back under control, Keith wiping Lance off his face with the back of his hand

“You looked wrecked... and we didn’t even do the do”

He was horny, nearly coming in his pants from blowing Lance. Lance would fall back to sleep if they had sex now. Plus he’d be overly sensitive from coming twice

“You seemed pretty into it”

“I was very into it, now I’m very into going for a shower... want me to return the favour”

A million times yes!

“Nah, it’s fine. That was kind of hot”

“Your mouth was kind of hot... I did try to tell you I was coming”

“The meal was delicious. Am I as good as you dreamt?”

Bringing a hand up, Lance rubbed at his stomach. They’d made about as much mess as what Lance had woken up in... whoops

“Way better in real life... God, I feel fat. Help me up?”

“You’re not fat”

“Are you sure? I feel like I just ran a marathon”

“Babe, you’re in great shape. Round is a shape”

Lance kicked him lightly in the leg for his teasing

“I know how round I am, I don’t need a reminder”

“I’m just saying... You’re a very round little vampire. I wonder how chubby your bat form would be”

“Well don’t... I can’t believe I let you blow me when we should be downstairs entertaining our guests”

“Well I can’t believe it’s not butter”

His lame joke earned him a sigh from his fiancé

“That was terrible. You should feel bad”

“I do. I also feel like bending you over our bed and fucking you senseless, but you’re right, we have a party to get back to”

Lance opened and shut his mouth, cheeks flushed as he looked away from Keith

“I suppose a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt”

God. If only Lance knew how much he wanted to take him up on that offer. He probably should be putting himself in a horny mutt time out, but it’d been sooooo long since he’d had Lance beneath him. His dick was definitely up for it... Time to adult again

“It’s okay, babe, I’m joking. Besides, you’re going to need whatever energy you have left to keep the peace downstairs. Pidge challenged Coran to rainbow bridge”

“Damn. I go down for a nap and miss all the excitement...”

“He also got Shiro, Curtis and Pidge all like drunk by winning beer pong. So it’s drunk Pidge taking on Demon Coran”

Lance groaned

“My poor living room. It’ll never be the same again”

“Nope. Come on, you can lament the loss of your living room in the shower, then maybe we can wrap this party up and go to bed early”

Keith was weak and Lance’s arse was glorious. He’d been going to behave himself, he really had... then he’d been sidetracked. Sitting on the toilet, he told himself he making sure Lance didn’t slip... not ogling his gorgeous fiancé. One thing lead to another and then suddenly he had Lance bent over the bathroom counter, lasting all of a minute. It was quick quickie, even for them. Lance’s arse too cute not to touch, his lover’s opening soft and puffy beneath his fingers when he’d been supposed to help Lance dry off properly. Whoops... Keith tried to feel bad but the strength and warmth of their bond left him smiling like an idiot. He really did deserve a cone of shame around his neck, Lance’s boobs the perfect handful as he lost himself. Nobody pregnant had the right to be as perfect as his mate. His belly so gravid Lance looked as if he had a whole soccer team inside him. Keith definitely knew he had a kink for his very pregnant fiancé, he just didn’t know how to knock said kink on the head. Lance limping as he led him back into their room to get him dressed, Keith promising to clean their cum off the bathroom cabinet and floor before Lance realised he’d only cleaned him up.

Lance insisted on looking “presentable” as Keith helped him into his clothes. Keith annoyed at how many buttons there were that’d he have to undo later to get his vampire naked again. Wisely he kept this to himself. Lance would have smacked if he’d known his mind was still in the gutter after fucking his arse with as much force and need as Lance had fucked his mouth. Maybe he should try bottoming again? The weight of Lance’s stomach hanging low must have been uncomfortable as it’d taken a bit to bring Lance to orgasm, despite his hips having a life of their own. Stealing a few extra moments, Keith wrapped his arm around Lance, dropping kisses to the top of his head as Lance chuckled at him for it. He loved Lance. A good solid dose of cuddles from his fiancé was just the thing he needed before they headed back down to face their friends.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Papa’s Job

Summary: Mason gets introduced to Ashton’s line of work.

A/N: Smushed a few ideas together. Also this piece delves deeper into Mason’s special needs diagnosis/lack thereof. And while I’ve done a fair amount of research both over the years for various reasons, and while writing this, I am by no means an expert, and my research is no substitute for personal experience. So please, feel free to offer constructive and KIND feedback in ways I can better write Mason. Happy reading!

Word Count: ~2k

And away, and away we go!

It seemed to Vanessa like wherever she turned, Mason was underfoot. “Fuckin’ hell!” she swore as she turned and almost tripped over the little boy.

Mason’s bottom lip trembled as he clapped his hands over his ears at her outburst.

She sighed and crouched down in front of the almost three year old, keeping a careful hold on Bailey who had been particularly fussy since her first round of shots the day before. “Sweet boy, you’re too close. I have the baby, we have to be careful.”

“Baie,” he nodded, reaching for his sister.

“You wanna hold her?”

Another nod.

“Okay, sweet boy. Let’s go sit, and you can hold Bai.”

Mason sprinted to the living room, flinging himself onto the couch. He grabbed the boppy and put it on his lap. “Momma. Baie.”

“Yes, Mase.” Vanessa said a silent prayer that Bailey wouldn’t kick up a fuss about not being in her arms as she placed the two month old on the boppy.

Bailey twisted her mouth to start crying, but Mason was quick to place his hand by her, her little fingers grasping around his slightly bigger index finger. “Baie, Baie, Baie,” he sang softly to her as she settled down.

“Bailey, Bailey, Bailey,” Vanessa sang with him, sitting down next to her son.

Mason continued to sing nonsense sounds at his sister, who slowly drifted off to sleep. Once Vanessa was sure she could move Bailey from Mason and upstairs to her crib to continue sleeping, she reached for her daughter. Mason whined low in his throat, placing his hands gently over Bailey. “Momma,” he warned in a low whisper.

“I know. I’m gonna go put her in her bed, sweet boy,” she answered back, her voice just as low.

Mason’s whine got more pronounced.

Vanessa pressed a finger to her lips. “I know you love her and want to hold her. You’re a great big brother, Mase. But sissy went night-night. You can hold her when she wakes up, okay?”

He pouted, but moved his hands away so Vanessa could take the sleeping infant. But clearly he wasn’t too thrilled at his sister being taken away because as soon as Bailey was in Vanessa’s arms, he chucked the boppy to the floor. “Mason Nicholas!” Vanessa hissed through her teeth as the toddler took off.

She held back the sigh, focusing on getting Bailey into her crib without more fuss.

Mason, in his quest to hide so he could continue to pout in peace, ended up at the top of the staircase leading to the basement. “Hey, Mase,” Ashton smiled when the little boy came stumbling down. He gripped the cymbal of his drum set between his index finger and thumb to silence it, setting his drumsticks aside. “Where’s Momma and Bailey?”

Mason jutted out his lower lip and pointed up the stairs.

“Aw, did Momma put Bailey down for a nap?”

Mason nodded. “Baie, Papa,” he whimpered.

“Aw,” Ashton chuckled, patting his lap. “Wanna come sit with me?”

He wiped at his face, walking over to Ashton and crawling into his lap. “Baie, Papa,” he repeated in a hiccuped sob.

Ashton wrapped the boy into him. “I know you’re sad. But Bailey needs to sleep. When she’s awake you can hold her some more.”

“Momma,” Mason mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m sure Momma did tell you the same thing. But it’s okay. You can still be sad about it.”

Mason let out a shuddery breath of acceptance before pushing at Ashton’s chest. Ashton opened his arms, expecting the boy to climb down from his lap. But to his surprise, Mason reached forward to tap his hands against the various drums, liking the sounds he produced. “Papa!” he beamed.

Ashton lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah? You wanna play the drums with me?” Ashton grabbed the drumsticks. “Look, bud,” he said, striking at the drums.

Mason laughed with glee at the sound, clutching on to Ashton’s wrists.

“Here, you try,” Ashton said, handing Mason one of the drumsticks.

Mason looked at it in uncertainty and back at Ashton.

“Like this,” Ashton demonstrated again.

Mason copied what Ashton had done as best he could.

“There ya go! Just like that!” Ashton encouraged, shifting Mason so that the boy was on one his knees, freeing up his other leg to kick up a steady beat against the bass drum.

“Mason?!” Vanessa’s frantic voice called down the stairs. “Ash, is he down there with you?”

“Yeah, we’re down here, baby.”

She came flying down the staircase, halting at the bottom, eyes wild as they landed on Mason sitting happily on Ashton’s lap playing with the drum kit. “You scared the crap out of me!”

Ashton’s own eyes went wide. “Me? What did I do?”

“Not you, him!” She pointed a finger at Mason. “He got mad that I put Bailey down so he took off to hide. I thought he went to hide in his room. Fuckin’ damn near tore the house apart looking for him.”

“Whoa,” Ashton eased, standing up and adjusting Mason on his hip. “Take a minute. He’s been with me. He’s fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that… Here, I’ll take him back upstairs.”

Ashton waved her off as Mason squirmed in his hold to reach for the drums. “Nah, I got him, it’s fine. We’re having fun, aren’t we, bud?”

Mason smacked on the cymbal with his stick, giggling at the sound.

Vanessa’s heart melted. “Alright. But, you, mister Mason,” she said, wagging a finger at the boy. “We do not throw things when we are upset.”

“Uh-oh,” Ashton tsked, looking down at the boy in his arms. “Momma’s right, Mase. Throwing things isn’t nice. What do we say after we do something that’s not nice?”

“Momma!” Mason grinned, blowing Vanessa a sloppy toddler kiss.

She crossed over to her boys, kissing Mason’s cheek. “I forgive you, sweet boy. So what are you and Papa doing?”

“Teaching him how to play drums. He seems to really like it,” Ashton told her, sitting back down with Mason so they could go back to playing.

“Yeah, they say music’s really good for him.”

“Who’s they?”

“They. The doctors. The research. Something about the repetitive nature helping with his speech. I dunno, a lot of the scientific mumbo jumbo goes over my head.”

“Well, why don’t we get him in like a class, or something. They have those, right?”

“Yeah. And I’ve been meaning to. But every time I think to look into it, something else comes up. And without a formal diagnosis, it’s hard to find the right class for him.”

“He doesn’t have a formal diagnosis? What does that mean?”

“It means they, the doctors, just have a lot of really good guesses but not any real answers because he’s still so young. It’s currently a toss up between aphasia and autism.”

“Okay, I know what autism is more or less. But what the fuck is that other word?”

“Fancy talk for speech disorder.”

“That is so fuckin stupid… they can’t tell if he has a speech disorder? He’s damn near three years old and only says 4 fuckin words. I may not know a whole hell of a lot about child development or whatever the fuck, but pretty sure three olds are supposed to say a lot more than 4 bloody words.”

Vanessa stifled her laughter as Ashton vented his frustration. She wondered how many times you had raved the exact same thing to Finn, almost verbatim. “They can tell he has a speech disorder, love. They just can’t tell if it’s just it’s own thing, or if there’s more to it than that. Autism and speech disorders tend to overlap.”

“Yeah, and I bet you had to pay out your fuckin ears for all those doctor visits, and specialists, and shit. God, your healthcare here sucks.”

This time, she did laugh. “Yeah, but Finn and I both have pretty good insurance plans so it wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah, and we can always just do this,” he told her, jerking his chin about the room. “Do our own music therapy here in the basement.”

“Now, that’s not a bad idea.”

“Man, I can’t wait to start touring again. I mean, I’m gonna miss you guys like fuckin’ crazy. But god, I can’t wait to show you guys around when we do our gig here. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it, baby.”

“It might just be me coming to see you, babe. I don’t know how Mase will handle all the noise, even with headphones.”

“Shit you’re right… well maybe you guys should come to a rehearsal then. Give the headphones a proper test.”

“A private concert all our own, huh? I think that sounds perfect.”

~~~

Mason gasped in excitement as they walked into the rehearsal space and he saw all the instruments. “Momma!”

“Yeah, I see, sweet boy. Are you excited to watch Papa and Uncles?”

“Momma,” he nodded.

“Go say hi to everybody, and then we’ll sit and listen, okay?”

Mason dashed off to press his forehead against Calum, Luke, and Michael who all murmured their own hellos to the boy while Ashton helped Vanessa get settled down with Bailey. “Ikey!” Mason screeched when he got to Michael, reaching up to touch the man’s fringe that poked out of his hat.

“Yes!” Michael whooped in victory. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Michael said pointing at Calum, Luke, and then back at Calum with each “fuck you.”

Calum rolled his eyes while Luke pouted, “How is ‘Mikey’ easier to say than ‘Luke’? How does he like your hair better? I have curls!”

“Oh, just let him have the win, Luke,” Ashton said, straightening up to his feet. “You guys ready or what?”

After making sure Bailey and Mason had their ears protected, the men all situated themselves with their instruments and started playing.

Mason managed to sit quietly through about two and a half songs before he got up and went over to Ashton, resting his small hand against the man’s leg. Ashton nodded for them to keep going when Calum, Luke, and Michael turned to look at him in a silent question. Between beats, Ashton scooped Mason up into his lap and finished the song. “Whatcha think?” Ashton asked both everybody and nobody as he pushed sweaty locks of hair back away from his face.

“Transitions sounded better this time,” Michael commented.

“Sounded better than better. Sounded tour ready,” Luke corrected.

“Could do without audience participation,” Calum teased with a playful look at Mason on Ashton’s lap.

“Just because you missed a beat, doesn’t mean you have to be bitter, Cal,” Ashton teased back. “And speaking of audience participation. What’d ya think?”

With all four men watching her, Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. “I’m no music expert, but I’m with Luke and Mike. Sounded really good.”

Mason, displeased that the music had stopped, reached across Ashton’s lap to strike at the cymbal with his hands. “Here,” Ashton told him, handing Mason the drumsticks. “With these.”

Mason tried again, shrieking with excitement at the sounds he produced from hitting the different parts of the drum set. Much like how he had done in the basement a week ago, Ashton shifted so Mason was fully seated on one leg so he would work the bass drum with his free leg without jostling the boy too much in the process. “Atta boy, Mase!” Ashton praised.

Rehearsal was quickly disbanded in favor of giving Mason a turn at all the other instruments in the room, letting him choose his favorite. Mason sat with Michael the longest, happily swiping a guitar pick against the strings. “Well, now we know what to get him for his birthday,” Michael grinned, sticking his tongue out at Calum and Luke.

Calum grumbled that this was barely a win for Michael because all this proved was that Mason definitely liked guitars, making it a win for everyone except Ashton, while Luke pouted more about how unfair it was Mason liked Michael more than him because “We play the same bloody instruments! I have CURLS!”

Ashton laughed at his friends, letting Michael gloat in his little victories a little bit longer before getting Mason’s attention. “Mase? Drums?” He drummed a quick and small beat that had Mason launching himself off of Michael and across the room to Ashton’s lap.

“Ha!” Calum smirked, flipping off Michael. “Now who’s Mase’s favorite?”

“Bailey,” everyone answered without needing to think about it.

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bangtancentricsblog · 4 years

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jjk/qw: 1

➣ a little something that came about because of Jungkook’s outfit and the way he was mad feeling himself on day 2 of on:e

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: fluff(?), implied smut,

❒ alternative universe: mafia,

❒ rating: 18 +

❒ word count: 1.9 k

warnings/disclosures: no edit we die like men, a little bit of violence, implied smut, Jungkook is tall, dark and handsome, Hoseok is done with your shit, spanking, violence kink?? Is that a think?, cameo from yoongi, joongki must die I don’t think I missed anything but yeah let me know if you see anything!

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There isn’t much that bothers Jungkook, not by a long shot. He’s a particular kind of man; he takes everything with a grain of salt so he usually isn’t bothered by anything a simple grunt has to say about him. He is however annoyed at the way this grunt speaks of you. All the nasty things he’s got to say about you, how he thinks a cock hungry slut like yourself is fine with anyone as long as they can fuck you stupid. And Jungkook doesn’t like that one bit as he runs the tip of his tongue over his lips. It does nothing to quell the simmering anger that sits beneath the twitch of his fingertips. He can hear a few snickers here and there others throwing in their own thoughts.

Hoseok can see the glazed look that fills Jungkook’s eyes the longer their subordinates speak ill of you. He’s known the younger long enough to understand his limits and this was a limit. It’s a peculiar thing to Hoseok the way Jungkook is with you, he’s soft and sweet but not all the time. And Hoseok will admit he’s walked in on his fair share of your sexual escapades to know that you and Jungkook were something completely different. If he were to compare your relationship to anything he’d say a modern day Harley Quinn and the Joker except with a whole lot less crazy. You two had your moments but he hadn’t seen anything too extreme, yet. The fact was Jungkook ran the biggest underground operations in the world and you, well you were his biggest asset.

Hoseok knew you were good at your job, better than most almost as if you’d been born for it. Now he isn’t saying that you don’t play the ditzy slut well because you do but he knows you’re much, much more than that. You let the underlings believe you’re nothing but a dumb bimbo who likes to sit all pretty in Jungkooks lap when he so pleases. Let them believe you’re nothing but huge tits with a pussy made of gold to have their boss keep you around like he does. It’s laughable really, especially to Hoseok because he knows you.

He knows that Jungkook is the brawn, the face of the operation but you were the brain. You were the reason Jungkook now sat in a gilded throne like the king of an empire when he came from nothing, and he’d done it all for you. Because if Jungkook was king then you were the queen, his queen and Hoseok respected that. So who is he to try and stop Jungkook from harming easily dispensable nobodies? Truth is he could care less but recruiting is slow right now and he doubts Jimin would have anyone ready to replace the empty positions. He’s sighing before he can think better of it, but as luck has it you come waltzing in.

There’s a distinct click clack that comes from your Louboutin heels every time you step foot in the massive warehouse Jungkook runs the operation from. In fact the previous voices have gone quiet as you easily make your way to the back headed straight for the second floor where Jungkook sits and oversees the work of those beneath him. The long sleeved v-neck bodycon dress you wear molds to your figure in a way that grabs the attention of all of those who’d been previously lusting after you, but this outfit is for Jungkook.

You waste no time taking your rightful place in his lap, both legs thrown over his thighs as you sit sideways to better wrap your arms around his neck. Today he’s wearing red, a silk patterned shirt tucked into his pants with nearly all the buttons undone. His chest is out little glimpses of ink peak out from where the shirt lies open for your viewing pleasure. His fingers have found the slight sliver of skin that lies just above the top of your thigh high boots and below the hem of your dress. He’s quick to draw patterns on the only skin available to him, your gaze falls to the necklace that sits pretty at his collar. A thin silver chain you’ve seen once or twice, it makes him look sexier.

“Hello Hoseok.” you chirp never taking your eyes off Jungkook.

“____, to what do we owe the pleasure?” he asks.

“Can’t I just enjoy the company of my boyfriend and his right hand man?”

“No, there’s always something with you.” he sighs gaze moving to Jungkook who has begun to mouth at your neck as you giggle into his ear.

“You guys are weirdly attached at the hip, it’s kinda gross.” Hoseok shudders, before snapping his attention to the sound of voices making their way closer to them. Jungkook, it seems, has also noticed the new arrival pecking your cheek one last time before he’s staring long and hard at one of their subordinates. A boy in his early twenties, Joongki he thinks his name is, personally Hoseok can’t stand him. The boy thinks he’s a hotshot because Taehyung had been nice to him a few times, and had managed to complete a job fairly quicker than some of the others. Had heard him boast that he would definitely be moving up in rank soon, maybe even to the same rank as Yoongi, which was laughable really considering Yoongi did a lot of one man jobs and was good enough to have been recruited to the CIA.

But he supposed a boy could dream, it would take him decades to get to Yoongi’s pay grade and even then it would never happen, not with the way you disliked him. Maybe it’s his arrogance, maybe it’s his swagger (or lack of) but something about his recruitment hadn’t sat well with you. You’d played your dumb bimbo part well when he was around giggling up a storm with him really boosting his ego because it was fun to watch him think your laugh was something he’d said and not actually him. Because as far as you could tell he was a goddamn joke, a real chump and one that they should’ve gotten rid of sooner. But you trusted Jungkook and the boys, so if they kept him around it was for a reason. You’d yet to see it though, today was no different.

Joongki saunters into the room, nose to the sky which already sets you off. Then he’s giving you a once over, the ugly shit brown of his eyes darkened as they zero in on the hemline of the number you’re wearing. You want to wrinkle your nose in disgust because eww you’d never. Then he’s greeting Hoseok and Jungkook like they’re friends, as if he’s on equal standing with them. But what really pisses you off is the way he greets you, the lecherous ‘hey doll’ he let’s slip past his lips makes your blood boil. Heat rushes to your cheeks, warming your skin to the point that Jungkook has to squeeze one of your thighs to reign in your anger.

“Joongki, why are you here?” Hoseok finally asks swallowing thickly, as tension fills the air.

“I’m a higher up now so I’m entitled to the second floor.” He grins, your eyes meet Hoseok’s in confusion, who had promoted this clusterfuck of a human?

“Who promoted you?” Jungkook asks, expression pinched.

“No one directly but Taehyung mentioned a rank promotion a few days ago and I’m the only one worth promoting.” You laugh, an ugly gut busting laugh that fills the halls and startles the others that occupy the floor.

“You stupid, stupid boy.” You say in between hiccups. His eyes narrow at you.

“What would a fucktoy like you know? You’re just here because Jungkook likes an easy fuck.” He spits. Oh what a poor fragile ego he has, you think with a smirk.

“Oh honey I’m more than an easy fuck.” You stand now, easily stepping into his space, in your heels you're a few inches shorter than him. Today was the perfect day for these, you think.

“Yeah, you fancy yourself a housewife? Sorry but whores like you could never be a housewife.” You land a solid blow to his cheek, stupid disrespectful kids. Your hand throbs, the warmed metal of the rings you wear press into your palm as you curl your hand into a fist again. You raise your fist ready to hit him again when a hand wraps around it, pressing into the split skin of your knuckles pulling a hiss past your lips.

“That’s enough, you hurt your pretty hand.” Jungkook says, prying your fingers from the tight fist you hold. Your gaze meets his anger burning in their depths, because this kid was so damn disrespectful. He needed to be put in his place, you refused to let a turd like him talk to you like that.

“Put your bitch in her place.” Joongki spits and Hoseok let’s his eyes fall closed because he doesn’t need to see what comes next.

You shove Jungkook against the wall, lips finding the skin of his chest easily. He groans carding his fingers through your hair, tugging on the ends a bit. He’s not surprised that you’d pulled him out the room after he’d beat the shit out of Joongki, it’s one of those things you’d liked about him way before you’d built up this empire. It’s never occurred to him to ask just what you liked about him beating someone up, but he wants to ask now. He wants to know what makes you so much more eager to take his cock, you’re nipping at his jaw, hands tugging his shirt from his pants. He moves to unbutton it but you stop him with a whine.

“Don’t take it off.”

“Hmm?”

“I like it like this, looks sexier.” You sigh, pressing your lips to his a little too desperately.

“Like this, fuck me like this.” You whimper rolling your hips into his. He smirks as you fumble with tugging his pants and boxers down to free his dick. His hands slide under the hem of your dress pulling your panties down, letting they slide down your legs. He pushed the skirt up around your hips landing a solid smack to one of your cheeks, you let out a choked gasp relishing the sting as he smooths his palm over the area. He’s going to thoroughly fuck you, he thinks smirking as you whine needily pressing your tits tighter to his chest.

Yoongi stands in the hallway when Hoseok makes his way out the room. He feels like he’s aged years just being in there for that long. He hates when he has to deal with the two of you.

“I saw the lovebirds scurry that way.” Yoongi offers, nodding his head in the direction of the sole bedroom in the warehouse.

“I figured, how’d the job go?”

“Fine, better than expected I had wanted to talk things over with ____, but she’s busy.” He laughs good naturedly.

“Yeah, those two can be domestic as fuck sometimes.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is dangerous. I’ve seen both of them do some pretty crazy shit.”

“Makes you wonder if maybe they’ll ever settle down.” Hoseok sighs.

“This isn’t a family kinda life.” Yoongi mutters, turning on his heel and leaving Hoseok on his own.

#heartsforbtsnet #bangtanarmynet #bangtanuniversity #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk x reader #alternative universe: mafia #jeon jungkook #reader #jungkook fic #emm writes #mine writings #bts fics #mine

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youtuberswithalex · 4 years

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I’m Not Alone (Part One)

Part Two

Summary: Thomas has always been a bit of a wild card. One day, Joan learns why. (DID/OSDD AU)

Warnings: Crying, anxiety attack, system switches (let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 1,559

A/N: So this is,,, based on my own experience with being a system. Surprise…? But um, yeah. I tried my best to be accurate. Also! In this universe, Sanders Sides as a series doesn’t exist. Thomas’s fandom growth comes from Cartoon Therapy!

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Thomas had always been kind of a wild card.

It wasn’t anything that ever too weird to be questioned, but it didn’t go unnoticed—at least not by Joan. From the foods he ate to how he responded to certain sore spots, it was almost like he could never decide on anything.

Maybe they’d just picked it up from being best friends for so long, as no one else seemed to catch on. But they noticed.

They never thought anything of it, though. Sure, it was a little bit more than most people, but it was just a quirk, right? Everyone had things that made them unique. Thomas’s just happened to be that one day he’d despise Game of Thrones and the next day binge the whole series, or he’d buy six plushies at once only to leave them packed away in a closet by the end of the night. That wasn’t any worse than how they would spend full weekends sitting in a coffee shop just to people watch every once in a while.

So, yeah. Thomas was a wild card. But it never stopped Joan from being best friends with him.

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Of course, there were still times when he surprised even them.

Joan was a little late getting into work that morning due to having to take Talyn to the doctor, so by the time they got to the office, everyone else had their headphones on and their computers running. It was an editing day. Joan wasn’t upset about missing the first couple of hours.

One look around the office told them that they weren’t the only one missing, though. They paused when they saw whose chair was empty.

Thomas’s.

Raising an eyebrow, they leaned over and tapped Camden on the shoulder. “Um… Where’s Thomas?”

Camden looked over at his desk. “Huh, I don’t know,” he replied, frowning. “He was here earlier. Maybe he’s getting coffee?”

Joan nodded slowly and set their stuff down. “I’ll check. Thanks.”

They quickly made their way to the kitchen, and sure enough, as soon as they opened the door, they spotted Thomas sitting at the table. He was hunched over his phone with his back to them; he made no indication that he heard the door, so Joan walked up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Morning, Thom—”

Thomas leapt out of his seat.

Tear tracks lead up to wide, puffy eyes and a set of terrified pupils. His hair was ruffled in every direction, and his hands trembling. His breaths came out in short spurts as he stared at Joan, fearful.

“Thomas?” they muttered. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Thomas stumbled back a step, curling around himself further. His eyes stayed glued to the ground as he shook his head. Joan held up their hands, staying in place.

“Anxiety attack?” they softly asked.

Thomas shook his head again and sniffled, despite his breathing being erratic and trembling.

“Okay, well… Let’s do some breathing exercises anyway, okay, Thomas? Just to help you calm down?”

Face screwing up, he shook his head, more violent than ever this time. His thumb shot to his mouth as he slid into a chair and curled up.

“I’m… ‘M not… T-Thomas,” he stuttered.

Joan blinked.

“…I don’t understand,” they admitted.

A sob broke through, and he buried his face. “I- I- I’m not Thomas! I’m not s’pposed to be here!” he whimpered.

Confusion rippled through them, but they shoved it aside as hard as they could to crouch in front of him. They put their hands on his knees and tried to look him in the eyes as best as they could. “I don’t know what you mean, bud,” they quietly spoke. “Can you explain?”

“I-I can’t,” he choked.

“Okay. That’s okay,” Joan replied. “Can you breathe with me for a little bit, please?”

It took a few minutes for Joan to get him to calm down, and even when they did, the tears didn’t stop. But it was a start. At some point, he wormed his hand into Joan’s grip, and they held it tight.

The two sat in silence for a long while before he spoke up again.

Letting out a great sniffle, he used his free hand to wipe at his nose. “Thomas ‘s a system.”

Joan wished they were a little quicker to come up with a response in that moment, but they were shocked into silence. Luckily, he continued to speak after a beat.

“Thomas ‘nd Lo wanted to tell you. And—And I wasn’t s’pposed to say that, but I don’t know where anyone else is, ‘nd I’m not supposed to be out at work and I don’t know what to do—!”

“Hey, hey, shh, it’s alright,” Joan whispered, finding their voice. They rubbed little circles into his hand. “A system? Like DID?”

“Mm-hm. But we’re… O… OD…”

“OSDD?”

He nodded.

Joan inspected his face carefully, resisting the urge to reach up and wipe the tears away. “So you’re… an alter?”

To their horror, his face screwed up again, and tears dripped down his cheeks. “I-I-I’m sorry! I’m doing bad!”

“No, no, no! It’s okay, it’s okay!”

“But you’re gonna judge u-us!” he sobbed.

Joan tightened their grip on his hand. “No, never! It’s… a lot to take in, but I’m not judging. I promise.”

He hiccupped and looked at them. “A-Are you mad…?”

“No. Not at all,” they firmly reassured. “Can you tell me who you are, though? Or at least how old you are?”

There was a long moment of hesitation, and then he held up an open-five handshape. Joan nodded.

“You’re five?”

He nodded.

“Okay. Not comfortable giving your name?”

He shook his head.

“Okay,” they sighed. “How about… a nickname? Just so I can tell you and Thomas apart?”

He was quiet for a long moment.

“…Anxiety.”

Joan and Anxiety ended up spending the next few hours in the room where they stored costumes. It was a comfortable room with a nice couch and the easy excuse of them working on designs for the day, even though Joan just gave him some copy paper and pencils to draw on, and he opted to sit on the floor. Joan themself brought their laptop with them to get some actual work done.

They’d realized pretty quick that Anxiety wasn’t lying about not knowing what to do at work, but at the same time, they weren’t too comfortable with the idea of leaving a five-year-old at home alone like this. So they figured out what the best compromise could be.

Around two o’clock, Anxiety suddenly froze up, a line halfway finished. Joan looked up to see him staring blankly at the carpet.

“…Anxiety?”

His eyes fluttered.

Suddenly, his posture shifted, and he frowned, looking down at the pencil in his hand. His eyes flickered around for a moment before they landed on Joan.

A horrified look spread across his face.

“…I am so sorry,” he said.

Joan set their laptop to the side and slid down to the floor. “You back to Thomas?”

Thomas hesitated. “I… yyyes?”

“You don’t sound too sure about that,” they replied.

Thomas let out a small groan and rubbed at his eyes. “I… I think I am. Or I’m Logan. Or we’re co-con. I… something like that. I don’t know.”

Joan nodded, and then the two fell into silence.

“Look, I’m really sorry,” Thomas blurted out after a moment. “I have absolutely no idea what happened today. That’s not how I wanted you to find out about this.”

“It’s okay. No harm done, man,” they reassured. “I’m sure it’s not… an easy thing to talk about.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the couch. “…No. It’s not,” he said. “But… all of our system has been wanting to say something for a while. Our Gatekeeper just wanted a plan, and we were struggling to agree on one.”

“How many of you are there?”

Thomas paused. “Um… At least seven,” he slowly answered. “I think there’s more of us, I just haven’t met them yet.”

Nodding again, Joan leaned back and put their hands on their lap. Words rolled around in their head until they could piece them together. “Your little was really freaked out,” they eventually muttered.

“I know,” Thomas whispered. “I… Logan and I were doing… something. I don’t remember.” He placed his head in his hands. “I’m sorry we kind of forced you into taking care of him.”

Joan shrugged. “It wasn’t a problem. I was more worried than anything.” They looked at him. “Is he… okay?”

Thomas’s eyes glossed over, and his mouth opened just a bit. There was a long moment where all he could say was “um” and blink hard.

“…Yyyyyyeah,” he finally replied, squeezing his eyes shut. “He’s… with the Memory Holder. A little shaken, but he’s okay.” Scrubbing his eyes, he turned his face away. “Sorry, I’m… I’m still kinda… switching…”

“That’s okay,” they said. “I’m glad to know he’s okay. And that you’re okay.”

A soft smile formed on Thomas’s face.

“Thanks for trusting me with this, even if it wasn’t how you wanted me to find out,” Joan added. “You know I’m always here for you, right? All of you.”

Thomas looked at them, and then he leaned over and dropped his forehead onto their shoulder.

“We know. Thank you.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #joan #alex writes #ina

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whathappenedtomyweekend · 3 years

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It’s Just A Spark Ch.5 - Anything Could Happen

Yet again Hiccup found himself confronted with his wardrobe and concluded he had way too little things that were not baggy, out of wool or old loungewear.

He tried to negotiate; in the end, it was still summer and he owned maybe three button-down shirts that looked neat enough.

"Sometimes I don't know if I'm an adult or just faking it," he told Toothless who was lounging on his bed. "On our fifth date she'll see I've run out of options, realise I'm an actual idiot and then leave me. Not that we're together."

He sighed and plopped down next to the cat, who hissed indignantly at the disturbance.

"Sorry," Hiccup mumbled and idly ran his hands through the pitch black fur. "I think I want to, Toothless. Be with her. I don't know. I mean, it's not like I … have a lot of experience. I don't wanna mess this up. But I guess the second date is way too soon and I'm pretty sure she'd let me know when it's too late. Is it too early to ask? I mean, it's just a question, right? Just a harmless little 'Hey, what are we?' … right?"

Toothless blinked and started purring. Hiccup sighed.

"Glad we talked about this."

Toothless yawned.

oOo

His flat didn't really feel like home. It had always felt like something was missing.

But now, with Astrid standing in the middle of his hallway, it didn't seem that bad after all.

She'd been right on time and had beamed up at him, a bottle of wine in her hands. Hiccup was sure he had never opened his door to such a beautiful sight.

"Just, uh, put your shoes anywhere, it's fine," he quickly said and watched her place her shoes next to his.

Right. He'd forgotten his heart could beat this fast. He discovered his heart was able to beat even faster as she quickly wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed him lightly. Hiccup's arms closed around her almost reflexively.

"It's good to see you," she murmured into his chest and let go as quickly as she'd hugged him, leaving a slightly dazed Hiccup who had to wait for his heart to continue beating for a second.

Astrid bit back a wide grin at the expression on his face.

"Likewise," he grinned, focused on her smile. "It's been a week since I last saw you - you didn't set your stove on fire."

She laughed. "I decided to stick to salads and frozen food. Safest decision I ever made."

Hiccup grinned and led her into the kitchen.

"To make up for all the deep-frozen stuff …" he pointed at the oven and grinned even wider as Astrid gasped and inhaled deeply.

"You really made lasagna!"

Hiccup couldn't help but laugh as she hit him lightly with excitement.

"I'll use those quickfire questions more often," he said and Astrid didn't know why but it sounded like a promise, excitement blossoming in her chest.

The kitchen was warm and smelled absolutely amazing. She wondered how long it had taken him to prepare this.

"It should be done in about ten minutes," he mumbled close to her ear, standing right behind her. It was then that Astrid really took notice of the close proximity they had been in the whole time. Quickly she took a step to the side and nodded when he offered, "Let's sit down?"

He led her into the living room. It was a small, cozy room with lots of nooks and crannies but was very sparsely decorated, as if he'd moved in only recently.

"Since when have you been living here?" Astrid asked curiously, looking around. Hiccup looked embarassed, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Um … five years, give or take?"

Oh. Well. She shot him a quick smirk. "You're not really the decoration type, huh?"

He shrugged. "I would've, I just never found the time," he paused and then quickly added, "No, it just never felt home enough for me to really put effort into it."

Astrid furrowed her brows and turned to him fully this time.

"How come?"

He shrugged again. "I don't know. Maybe it's just living here in general. Or that I'm living alone with Toothless."

The young woman hummed.

"Or I'm just not home enough, too busy with work," he laughed now and Astrid couldn't help but think, No. You told me the truth the second time you tried to explain.

They both wordlessly agreed to drop the subject. Hiccup turned to say something to her but was interrupted by a black lightning bolt that made a dash for the sofa.

Astrid jumped - tripped over her own feet - crashed into Hiccup - together they fell onto the sofa.

Hiccup swallowed, his face inches away from Astrid's who had landed on top of him, one hand on his chest, the other right next to him on he sofa. The young woman stared at him, her bright blue eyes wide with shock. Her breath was hot on his skin.

Oh, god. He almost groaned at the sensation.

"Um …"

Astrid was mortified.

"I …"

"That … was Toothless," Hiccup got out then, his voice rasp and Astrid thought, 'how have you still not pushed me away?', her nose almost touching his. It would be so easy to just lean forward and-

The oven beeped.

Both of them jumped and immediately Astrid scrambled off of him, Hiccup following her suit.

'Right,' he thought through the mist in his head. 'Ten minutes.' And then, 'She almost kissed me.'

Astrid had almost run off into the kitchen, having to catch her breath for a moment and pretend that did not just happen.

'Oh, God,' she thought, slumping against the copboard. 'I almost kissed him.'

Astrid tried taking deep breaths to calm her soaring heart. If it hadn't been for that oven she really would have kissed him. Would he want her to? Would he kiss her back? Or just stay still, and then ask her to leave?

Hiccup returned, with the cat in his arms. His crooked, flustered smile almost made her forget to properly breathe in.

"May I introduce … the culprit. Also known as Toothless."

Astrid chuckled breathlessly and didn't fail to notice he seemed to be just as shaken and flustered as her.

Nevertheless she crouched down when Hiccup let the cat down again and offered her hand to the animal.

"Hi, buddy," she crooned softly and smiled when the cat bumped his head against her open palm. "Hi. Nice to meet you. You gave me quite the turn there, Toothless."

Toothless started purring as if agreeing with her and prowled around her legs, making her laugh.

"Okay, so your cat likes me," she declared brightly and smiled at him and felt a weight drop off her chest as he returned her smile just as freely.

"Makes two of us, then," he returned, almost making her forget the scene on the couch had even happened.

He quickly turned off the oven and took out the steaming lasagna.

"Alright, side or middle part?"

oOo

Hiccup was already halfway into his glass of wine when he remembered he didn't usually drink but also found he didn't really care. Maybe it was just her company, but he felt the urge to try something new. So he took another sip but kept it at a full glass

Astrid looked even more beautiful sitting at his table, he found. He couldn't help but think that nobody else should be sitting on that chair, bathed in warm, glowing light, really. Maybe that was the alcohol getting to him. How much wine before he'd be tipsy? Considering he never really drank - his heart rate was already through the roof at the sight of her - it had to be the alcohol. He wondered what would have happened if the oven hadn't beeped earlier.

She'd have kissed him. Maybe. Hopefully.

And he wasn't sure if he'd have held back much after that.

Again, this was the alcohol speaking.

Of course.

Hiccup ignored the fact that he had been thinking about kissing her for weeks now.

She was smiling at him.

"Sorry?"

"Thanks again," she repeated, still smiling - how was it that her smile was enough to warm him entirely? - and laid down her cutlery. "For the lasagna, I mean. I wouldn't even have gotten to completing the sauce. Also, my oven doesn't have an alarm," Astrid tried not to let her mind wander back to the previous moment in his living room (she failed miserably). "And I always forget to set an alarm elsewhere."

Hiccup chuckled. "Next time, just come over if you need a full meal."

How did he manage to make everything he said sound like a promise for a future?

"I'd love to," she heard herself say, not really surprised she was completely truthful.

oOo

They had already finished dinner and moved back onto the couch when Hiccup realised that this was the most home he'd ever felt in his own apartment.

Astrid had looked even more radiant in his kitchen, he'd found and looked as if no other than her should be sitting on the chair opposite to his, really.

Right now she was facing him, her head resting on her arm on the sofa, one leg comfortably tucked under her body.

"By the way, I didn't get to tell you any dark secrets last time."

Hiccup chuckled. "I'm all ears," and in demonstration inched closer and propped up his leg on a pillow, resting it at her side.

Astrid grinned and cleared her throat, mockingly serious. "Alright, let's see … all my friends saved my contact as Ass-strid,"

Toothless, who had been resting between them, jumped at Hiccup's sudden burst of laughter and stared at the young man accusingly.

"And you have my official permission to do that, too, if you like," she continued. "To make up for your nickname."

Hiccup tried to get it together. Really, he tried. But upon meeting her eyes, he burst into another fit of laughter, making her blush and lightly hit his arm.

"Come on, I didn't laugh that much at yours."

"You're right," he cleared his throat, trying to sober up. "Sorry."

Her sparkling eyes gave her away. "You're forgiven."

"Thank you."

"Also I own more fluffy socks than normal ones."

He blinked. "That's … soft."

"Hey, it's a problem. Especially in summer. Ever tried being sockless in high heels for a job you hate?"

His expression grew serious at that. "Which one?" he asked, entirely dropping the subject at hand and moving away from their teasing tone.

Astrid paused, defeated by his softened gaze and quietly admitted, "The waitressing. I'm … I'm at the Smith's every Tuesdays and Wednesdays and some Fridays when it's busy. I hate that place. Never liked bars in general, and even less like the people there, my boss is alright but almost never there 'cause he's busy getting drunk with the customers." The words just kept flowing over her lips - she felt completely safe telling him this, because it was Hiccup. Because his eyes were honest and his hands were gentle. Because he was patient. Because he was listenting, seriously because it was her talking.

"The other waiters don't really care, but that's the thing, they mostly don't even care about the JOB, they don't write things down, and it gets messy. The customers are a whole other story. Some are really nice, but that's maybe ten percent. The other ninety are jerks who wanna go to a bar and get some who think it's acceptable to grope the waitresses. They quickly learn that it's not. I almost got fired for punching instead of letting them."

Finally she stopped, feeling as if a giant weight had been lifted off her chest.

"Then why haven't you quit yet?"

His voice was gentle.

She drew another breath.

"Because I need that job. I'm paying my rents and food with the pet shop money, and the rest I need for the books."

Hiccup furrowed his brows, leaning his head to the side, signalling her to explain.

"I … told you last week I had to postpone becoming a teacher."

He nodded.

"Well. I … I was living with my uncle at the time. And one day he gets up and tells me, he's moving. And that it's time for me to get a job. I had just finished university. He knew that I wanted to start going into teacher training. But he insisted, so I started searching for a job. Elsewhere. I didn't want to stay where I was, especially not after ... that talk with my uncle. So I found a good offer here, reasonable rent, safe location," she smiled slightly at the reference to the fire department. "And a job I could tolerate. So I moved. And he hasn't called since."

Silence engulfed them after she had finished. Astrid had been staring at a very interesting loose thread of his shirt the entire time she had talked. Now the shirt started moving and slowly, ever so gently, Hiccup took her hand in his.

"I'm sorry, Astrid," he whispered softly, searching her gaze. She bit her lip and looked up into honest forest-green eyes, only now registering the tears that had formed in her own and quickly went to wipe them away with her free hand.

"S-sorry," she whispered shakily, wishing she had never even started talking about it. Now she was crying, on a date, with a person she actually liked, and now he had to see her like this! Getting all sentimental over nothing -

Her thoughts were interrupted by calloused fingers that settled on her cheek and gently - how could he be so careful while having such rough hands? - wiped away the tears that had spilled over.

"Don't," he mumbled. "Don't apologise. Least of all to me. Don't apologise for having feelings."

His thumb was now almost absentmindedly stroking her cheek, her eyes wide. The movement stopped abruptly and he quickly lowered his hand again - she wouldn't complain if he continued - but still held her hand in his.

"Astrid, I ..." he broke off, as if searching for the right words. "I have asthma. And … whenever I had an asthma attack, I'd apologise and run off somewhere because I didn't want to bother anybody, 'cause it was my illness, right? It was my inaqequacy, like it was my fault for having it. I didn't want anybody else deal with it.

But one day I didn't have my inhalator with me. And I'd have suffocated if I hadn't told Gobber, who knew which inhalator I was using and got one for me. What I'm trying to say is," he was smiling softly now. "Don't be me. Don't almost die just because you feel like this is only your burden to carry. Even if this was a pretty weird metaphor, I admit."

And Astrid looked at him and thought, 'I'll try if you stay.'

Out loud, she said, "Thank you. For … well."

Before Hiccup realised what was happening her small fist had hit his chest lightly.

"That's for making me talk about this."

"What-"

"And this," she quickly leant forward and gently pecked him on the cheek. "Is for … everything else."

Part of his heart was singing, 'She kissed me!', the other wondered what he had done to deserve her letting down her guard.

"I think we're almost even now," she husked out, smiling again, probably at his dumbfounded expression. "That's one dark secret on one dark secret."

Hiccup hummed and looked down at their still-joined hands. Then he returned her gaze and said, "Quickfire question." Astrid groaned playfully and chuckled, distractedly wondering just how his voice had managed to easily untie the knot in her chest.

"Alright, just ask."

"A dream except teaching?"

She hummed, running a hand along her braid. "That would probably be travelling, or flying. Like parachuting. Or sky diving."

"Where would you go?"

"Paris, maybe. Or Moscow. Or - oh, Istanbul! Or Hanoi. And I'd love to see the Northern Lights someday."

He chuckled. "Sounds good."

"Why, you finally planning a trip?"

"Maybe."

Astrid couldn't help but return his smile and shifted, curling into the crook of the sofa.

"Okay, my turn: relationship with your parents?"

Hiccup hummed and ran a hand through his hair. "I grew up with my dad, never met my mum, but I had Gobber as adoptive dad, slash uncle, slash godfather, slash trainer, slash the guy whose sofa I crashed on when I had a fight with my dad."

"I'm sorry about your mum," she whispered, already regretting her question. He shrugged.

"I never really got to experience what it's like having one. I mean … it feels weird, 'cause growing up the other kids had a mother and they fought and complained about it, and I just thought, I never got to choose. I never got to fight with her. But Dad sort of made up for that. We used to have what could best be explained as a, say, rocky relationship. He didn't listen and I rarely tried to talk. But we grew out of that. We meet every Wednesday for lunch, so I guess that's a habit."

He grinned at her and quickly, before she could ask him another question, asked, "A thing teenage-Astrid wanted?"

She laughed. "A punching bag."

"A thing now-Astrid wants?"

A pause. "A punching bag," she repeated and laughed, feeling all too light sitting in front of him on his sofa.

He chuckled. "Solid."

"Honestly, you just ruined my punch line."

"Yeah, well, maybe next time you do that, you should hit me up."

Astrid scrunched her nose at him, causing him to grin brightly.

"By the way, I have ice cream," he piped up, a joyous feeling bubbling up in his chest at her excitement.

"What now, you have me on your sofa for an hour before you decide to supply me with information like that?"

He laughed and got up, pulling her with him.

"I needed to make sure you stayed before I gave you all the good stuff."

Her laughter echoed through the hallway and Hiccup was sure he'd never hear a better sound than that.

'I stand corrected,' he thought five minutes later and hid his blush behind his bowl of ice cream as he watched Astrid take another spoonful of ice cream and MOAN.

"Where'd you get this?" he heard her ask through the mist in his head. "I've been searching for good ice cream for ages and here I am, in your living room, with stuff that doesn't taste like it was made out of cardboard."

"Uh, one of my friends has a little café a couple of blocks from here and it's on my nightly route, so I picked some off yesterday."

Her eyes lit up and she shuffled closer.

"Let's go there sometime! That ice cream is to die for, plus," she pointed her spoon at him. "I get to meet one of your friends."

He couldn't help but laugh at her. She looked endearing, as excited as she was, even with ice cream on her nose.

"Don't move."

Her expression was priceless as he scooted closer to her, reached out and gently wiped the dollop of ice cream off her freckled nose. Without thinking (which was rare for him but had grown into something like a bad habit he only seemed to have in her company), Hiccup licked it off his finger - then realised what he'd done and almost precicely blushed to the same colour as the strawberry ice in front of him.

"Sorry," he blurted out. "I wasn't really- um. Thinking."

To his surprise (and confusion) Astrid started laughing so hard she almost doubled over.

"Okay, what's so funny? I'm making an idiot out of myself, and you …" he hesitated, searching for words, shrugging helplessly.

Astrid had sobered up now but was still grinning, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, but the fact that you did it isn't really the thing - okay, it kind of is, your face was pretty funny," she explained and flitted her eyes shortly over his body. "But it's also you doing something sexy and not realising. And if you do realise you're backing away immediately." Her eyes were fixing his own now. "For some reason."

He swallowed and still looked at her, completely incredulous.

"What … about me is sexy?" he asked, partly in utter disbelief that Astrid was the one calling him sexy and not the other way round. Another part of him was desperate to know so he could do them more often - again, the alcohol speaking, of course.

Astrid chuckled, seemingly surprised at his utter lack of understanding and set her ice cream aside.

"Okay, so there's … running your hands through your hair, for one." She waved at the auburn mess on his head, counting on her fingers. "Then there would be the fact that you're a fireman, which should speak for this all in itself-"

"How is an occupation-"

"First of all, the general facing-death-thing and you know, saving people and pets and all that. Then there's the helmet thing, which could be specific for you, but I'm not sure. You should see yourself when you're walking out of my kitchen and take off that helmet. Anyways. That's that about your job, then there's your reaction to meeting Tuff, which," she chuckled. "Was a bit mean, I admit. But you did look jealous - don't think I didn't notice!"

"You weren't supposed to," he said weakly and slumped his shoulders.

"Hey," Astrid's hand gently touched his shoulder and he looked back up at her. "Everything I just said were positive things. Some of which may or may not drive me crazy."

She offered him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. Hiccup blinked. Astrid sighed, a small smile still playing on her lips.

"What I'm trying to say, Hiccup, is, that you have no reason to retreat anytime something like that happens. It's …" she paused, searching for the right word and offered him multiple ones. "Good. Endearing. Incredibly attractive. And a bit funny."

"Okay," he huffed out a laugh, finally relaxing. "Good."

"And I'm not just saying that because you lifted the ice cream mystery."

There. A grin blossomed on his face and Astrid had succeeded. Her success became even more tangible as a pillow hit her gently.

"Come on, I know that." He paused and grinned. "It was also the lasagna."

She threw the pillow back at him.

He caught it, still smiling. Astrid leaned back onto her arm again, watching him intently.

"Quickfire question. Why become a fireman?"

"Why not?"

"A leg that you lost because of a fire and asthma." She grinned. "Considering these it sounds like you have a death wish."

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Well. I guess it is pretty stupid. But you know, never let that hold me back. I think … fire fascinates me, for one and I don't really know why. Then, of course, I thought, how can I help people? How can I be useful? I want to … change things, I want to improve things."

She hummed in understanding.

"You know what's funny? I had the exact same thought process, just that my mind ended up with teaching, and not with risking my life on a daily basis for the sake of it."

Hiccup laughed, bumping his prosthesis against her leg. "Children can be pretty dangerous. One minute one's crying because their goldfish died, the next second there's a fist fight on the yard and next period you have a class of hormonal teenagers who either just got into a relationship or freshly got out of one."

She rasied an eyebrow. "That's what I call good high school memories."

"That was a free outlook of your future," he retorted, grinning crookedly.

Astrid snorted and asked, "Alright, Mr Fortune Teller, any other outlooks you have to offer?" She trailed a finger across his collar bone to his chest, poking him there.

Hiccup tried to surpress the shudder at that sensation and replied, "Well. You could, of course, pursue your career. I do see a lot of happiness in this possible future, yes. Imagine: no more careless collegues, stupid costumers … just careless collegues and stupid children who-" she swatted at his chest, laughing when he gently grabbed her wrist and stilled her. "Okay, forget that one," he chuckled, his eyes soft. "Chase it. I see academical fulfillment."

"You do?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Alright. What else? Any … people who might influence me?" Her tone was light, teasing almost as she marvelled at the way Hiccup's eyes were glowing in the soft light of the living room. "Well," he had not let go of her wrist yet and now trailed his fingers towards himself so he could intertwine his fingers with hers."There MIGHT be a - I believe you called him an incredibly attractive young man, who, if you play your cards right-"

"Oh, shut up."

He laughed.

"Am I wrong?"

"You're pushing it, Haddock."

He smirked. "Back to last names, Hofferson?"

He took another light punch to the chest, his smile never faltering. Their faces were, for the second time this evening, only inches apart.

The air between them was prickling.

It was a moment.

Astrid pulled back.

Hiccup smiled at her and brushed a stray strand of hair back into her fringe.

"Quickfire question," he husked and Astrid grinned brightly. "If I asked you out on a third date, would you say yes?"

Her grin widened, her hands found his chest and pushed him back lightly.

"Only if you let me ask you out next time."

Their breaths mingled.

Next time.

#I'm gonna leave any italics etc out bc I can't be bothered with the editor #HTTYD #httyd 2 #hiccstric #romance #fanfic #mine #IJAS #it's just a spark #chapter 5 #toothless #modernAU #writing

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fyregrayfong · 3 years

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In These Arms | Chapter 10: Iris & The Flying Boar

Summary:

“I’m glad we can be here for each other,” She says quietly. You smile before walking over to look at yourself in the mirror.

Notes:

We are well past the halfway point. Only 7 more chapters. ahhhh

Wei launches off your crouched back to jump to the other side of the arena and kicks the disc straight over to Lin. “Power disc is typically a two person game” Wei stands beside you guarding the goal post.

“Yeah, but look how fun it is when you have a partner” you block the disc and send it to Lin when she kicks it back, “I know It’s so awesome to play against Aunt Lin” Wei smiles excitedly as he passes the disc back across the arena you smirk as you watch Wing kick the disc off pillar causing it to ricochet and set up a shot for Lin, now in her usual armor, to land “Get ready Wei” you get into position. Lin kicks off the wall of the arena and kicks the disc hard - your eyes widen as you run to the goal post. Wei starts to dive and you jump above him but the disc manages to slide between the two of you landing inside the goal and the buzzer goes off.

“Yes! Point to Wing and Aunt Lin!” Wing jumps pumping his fists in the air while Lin smirks and crosses her arms. “Nice setup, kid”

He turns to give Lin a high five but she looks slightly confused at the action seeing Wing having his hand up in the air “It’s a high five Aunt Lin” he explains to his aunt,

Wing gets Lin’s hand and high fives himself using Lin’s hand “A high five…”

“Uh...right” she quickly puts her hand down “Or we could fist bump instead” Wing shows his aunt how to fist bump while you and Wei grunt punching the ground before getting up.

“I thought you were guarding the post, Wei!” you groan upset to have lost the round.

“I didn’t know Aunt Lin had such a powerful kick!” he groans as he gets the disc out the goal and resets the buzzer.

“Don’t underestimate your Aunt - you do realize she’s older than your mom and learned metalbending from your grandmother herself, right?” you laugh as you turn to the opposing team “That was a nice kick, Lin. Another round?”

“We’ve been playing the majority of the morning” Lin comments and you notice up in the sky that it seems to be high noon.

“Now that Aunt Lin has the hang of Power Disc maybe mom will play!” Wei jogs over and smiles and you fake a smile shaking your head giving him a no motion across the neck. Wing looks at you confused causing Lin to look over at you and you quickly move your hand behind your neck and smile. “Does your mom know how to play?” you divert the conversation,

“No but when mom finds out that Aunt Lin has maybe she’ll play too!” Wing joins his brother.

“Speaking of your mother, where is she?” Lin looks at her nephews,

“Uh she’s either teaching her dance company or having a meeting with the security force.” Wing gets the disc from his brother and flips it.

“Hey guys!” the four of you turn your heads up to the voice and see Korra and Bolin walking by the arena. “What are you guys doing?”

“Playing some Power Disc with Aunt Lin and y/n” Wing smiles flipping the disc up over his head and catches it as Wei throws his arms around your shoulder.

“Beifong plays power disc?!” Korra looks surprised and Lin smirks “What? Like it’s hard?” she scoffs and heads out of the arena “I got things to do. Don’t get yourself into any trouble” she points her finger at Korra before walking away.

“You got it, Chief” Korra says annoyed before brushing it off and turning her attention to the twins

“Hey you guys want to spar?” she asks the three of you and you turn to Korra “Earthbending?” and she crosses her arms and shakes her head “Metalbending”. Wei drops his arm around from you and looks at his brother excitedly “You learned to metalbend?!”.

“Korra did. I haven’t” Bolin’s cheeks go pink as he points his index fingers together

“Yeah.. Bolin was going to ask Su to teach him metalbending, but she’s busy. We were wondering if you guys could since Su taught you three” Korra looks from Bolin to the twins

“Actually I can’t, I already made plans to hang out with the security force and then I’m heading into town.” you head out the arena and dust yourself off before grabbing your tunic from a bench and putting it on.

“Sparring with the Avatar?!” Wing starts “Count us in!” Wei finishes his brother’s sentence and they run out the arena to meet up with Korra and Bolin.

“Alright cool! Let’s go” Korra smiles excitedly as the three of them head towards the pavilion. You see Bolin looks slightly nervous but he catches up to the rest of the group, “Wait up!”.

You climb up the steps to the watchtower that looks down onto the courtyard of the guesthouses, “y/n, nice to see you here. Figured you’ll be too busy hanging out with the Avatar to pay us a visit” a gruff voice approaches you and you smirk “Hey Tan” you cross your arms and lean against the railing “You know better than anyone that titles don’t mean a thing to me” you laugh and step up to greet your former captain.

“How’s the city treating you, kid? Living the high life?” he smirks and steps back before nodding you over to walk with him on his patrol.

“I’m not living in some mansion or upscale apartment if that’s what you’re thinking. Actually I’m staying with a friend, my apartment got taken over by spirit vines.” you groan and Tan gives you a low whistle, “Damn that’s rough, kid.”

“Eh what’s life without a few small hiccups.” you shrug and take in the scenery before Tan walks you towards the command center.

“You remember this place?” Tan opens the door for you and you chuckle -

“Tan it’s only been like a year or two. How could I not remember. This was like my life”

“You were just a little tyke when you first joined the security team, but you grew into quite the bender with a keen eye. Wasn’t surprised when you handed in your resignation papers.” Tan walked over to his desk and grabbed some papers.

“Really? Everyone else seemed rather surprised”

“Eh well I’m not like everyone. I’ve been on this team almost since its creation. So I've seen people come and go. Your talents were too good to be kept to this city. It was a matter of time before you got bored and moved on to something more exciting” Tan chuckles,

“I wasn’t bored.. there were other factors too, per say...”

“Kid it’s me you’re talking to”

“Okay maybe a little bored, but I loved it here. I had a good life, the Beifong family looking out for me. I formed some great friendships here. You.” you smile.

“Don’t be going soft on me, kid” he gruffs and walks over to his bookcase and pulls a book from his shelf and opens it up to an image of you, “Remember this.”

You look down and see two images. The one on the left was when you first joined the force and the one on the right was a group picture of the whole security team. A slight tear forms in the corner of your eye and you cough a bit and wipe the tear away “Why are you showing me this, Tan?” you look down at the book then hand it back to him.

“Just so you remember where you started and where you’re at now.” Tan gets the book and takes a look before putting it back on the shelf.

“Who’s being soft now” you scoff and laugh

“With a memory like mine, you need these.” he laughs then his secretary comes to remind him about his appointment “Oh shoot, care to walk this old man to his meeting?”

You laugh and nod “Sure thing, Captain”

“So do you miss Zaofu? Or has Chief Beifong got you running back here?” He laughs heartingly and you join in, his laugh always more contagious “I do miss Zaofu, but no - the Chief is actually not so bad. She’s a great boss...I’m lucky to have the opportunity to work with her.”

“I hear you’ve made captain. That’s amazing, kid. That’s some serious climbing”

“Thanks, It took a lot of work, but I’m proud of what I’ve been able to accomplish - hard work pays off.”

Tan reaches the door and turns to you “It’s good to see you, Kid. Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing in Republic City. You seem to be happy and I’m glad. Take good care of yourself.”

“You too Tan. Glad you’re still on command”

Tan snorts and opens the door “Retirement is looking pretty good right now. I’m getting too old for this shit. By the way, some of your old guard mates are about to spar out on the training grounds if you’re up to show them some city moves”

“Oh okay, sure thing. Thanks, Tan” you look over toward the training area as he gives you a wink before heading inside the room.

You walk over and head to the training ground and see Kuvira sparing against another guard - everyone huddled around watching the two of them. You approach a couple of people you recognize and assess the situation “Lee, San how’s it going. I see friendly competition is still a thing” you fold your arms and watch Kuvira’s technique.

“y/n! Damn there was word you were here, but I didn’t believe it!” Lee smirks as San gives you a side hug “I’m glad you’re back! You are back right?”

“No, just here visiting with the Avatar.”

“Can’t believe the Avatar is here in Zaofu” Lee’s eyes fill with wonder as he looks back at the sparring session,

“Yeah, can’t believe it either.” San joins in on the conversation “How’s your son?” you ask just as someone unwelcomed joins in the conversation, “Is that my sweetie?”.

Lee glances towards you and frowns seeing your reaction, your eyes widen at the voice and you look over to see your ex, Iris - a firebender, joining the three of you, “I’m not your anything, Iris, but hi nice to see you” glancing her way before looking back at the sparring match.

“Is it? When I heard you were here. I thought I would have gotten some sort of visit” she pouted as she folded her arms and you ignored her. Your mind races back to the last moments of your relationship with her.

Flashback

The relationship with Iris started off great but didn’t really end on good terms. After dating for a couple years Iris felt ready to settle down and put roots down in Zaofu. Toward the end of the relationship there were fights about your hesitance to move forward in the relationship. She kept dropping hints about getting married. “Everytime I bring up anything about taking the next step you change the subject or shut down, y/n!” Iris yells while she paces in one of the guest houses. “I don’t want to talk about it, Iris!” you groan as you hold your head in your hands. “Why?! After four fucking years you would think you’d want to build something together here - like moving in together, marriage, kids?!” Though moving in together did cross your mind, the thought of marriage was never one you’d seriously considered and kids, never.

“Woah what hold on, marriage? Kids?!” you stand up quickly and stare at Iris who looks back at you just as surprised. Iris had mentioned kids before and you’d just avoided the topic thinking she meant way down the line. “Who has kids at 24, Iris?! I’m barely enjoying life and you want to bring kids into this?”

“Plenty of people do, Lee and San, for one they have a little one on the way. Wouldn’t it be nice to adopt a baby so their kid can have someone to play with?” Iris tries to help you visualize the image of your friends’ baby and your nonexistent child. You grab and shake your head “Lee and San might be ready for that step, but I’m not!” you explain as you try to make way out the room. Iris grabs your arm and turns you to face her “Are you scared of being a parent? You’ll be great! I see the way you act towards Suyin’s kids.” you jerk your arm away and look at her confused to her reasonings “Liking kids and being a parent to one are two different things, Iris”. You push away and rub your temple “I’m not ready for kids. Not now”

“Then when, y/n!” Iris is finally getting aggravated with you. You stammer your words trying to come up with an answer “I--I don’t know….fifteen maybe twenty-five years down the line!” you finally respond back. Iris groans “I am not going to be a first time mom at fifty, y/n! Be serious!”

“I am being serious!” you aggravatedly yell out your ears starting to redden, irritation at an all time high then you blurt out before stopping yourself “I can’t do this…”

“What do you mean you can’t do this?” Iris has her face on her palm as she rubs her temples then looks up at you. “This” you motion between the two of you “You and me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We can fix this, y/n” Iris steps towards you and you step back putting a hand up to stop her “If this is how it’s going to be now, with the constant arguments and fighting, then I don’t want it”.

Iris reaches for you, putting her hands on your cheeks as you look away fighting back the tears. She whispers to you trying to turn your face to look at her as she fights back her own tears, “I love you. And I know you love me. Don’t do this to me sweetheart” you sigh closing your eyes trying to pull away but Iris knew she had an effect on you when she talked like that “...stay, sweetie”. Iris pulls your chin down and leans up pressing her lips to yours . Your lips part and you try kissing her back, searching for that feeling that got you together in the first place. Iris wraps her arms around your neck as the kiss deepens and you slowly wrap your arms around her waist as more tears run down from your eyes. You were hopeful that this kiss could change your mind. It’s true, you love Iris. At Least you think you do, she’s been your longest relationship you’ve had. You wouldn’t have dated Iris for four years if you didn’t. Maybe this is about that compromise thing your parents mentioned about couples doing to keep each other happy. You want Iris happy. More than anything, but is compromising your happiness worth it? Reaching for her hands around your neck you pull them away and step back “Let me...think about it, have some time and space to think things over” you murmur as you lick your lips wiping away the taste of her. “Take whatever time you need, sweetheart” she whispers, giving you a smile as you two share another kiss.

“Take whatever time you need, sweetheart”

That’s what she told you and you believed her. That was until two weeks later when you had kept your distance to think things through. A couple of coworkers wondered what was going on with you and Iris - and Iris tried to talk to you during that time, but you ignored her and clarified you needed this time alone. You only spoke to Su since she didn’t have any sort of friendship with her and she could help you find clarity. The others well... it’s not their business to know. When you were ready to see Iris again, talk to her to work things through, you headed over to her place, “Ok, compromise. Moving in and marriage won’t be so bad” you encouraged yourself as you kept walking. You bought her a bouquet of fire lilies- native to her nationality and also brought out her eyes- after your night shift and made way to her apartment. You never would have believed what you witnessed if you weren’t there. To witness Iris’s lips on someone else, a man, bidding her goodnight after what seemed to be a tryst since she was in her robe and disheveled hair. You felt the air being sucked out of your lungs and bit back the urge to tear up as you forced yourself to walk toward her once you watched the man leave. Iris smiles watching the man walk away then looks down biting her bottom lip..

“Two weeks… that’s all it took for you to jump ship” your throat burning as you try not to raise your voice or show any emotion, but your eyes showing her everything. The anger, hurt, the water welling up as your voice strains.

Her eyes widened when she saw you, she tied her robe tightly around her waist as she looked around to see if anyone was looking, “y/n… please come inside. Let me explain...”

Your lips twitch as you hand her the lilies giving her a charming smile “No need. You’ve explained plenty, sweetheart” you sneer before stomping away into a street back towards the Beifong estate.

“No! stop please, y/n!” Iris shouts urgently, running after you and pulling you back, cupping your cheeks, sobbing “Sweetie, it was a mistake. I love you!”

“Some way of showing your love for me.” you snap pulling her hands off your cheeks as you carry on. “It didn’t mean anything!” she sobs as she pulls you back to her once again grabbing your face - stroking her thumbs as she kisses you feverishly. “I missed you, y/n” she whimpered against your lips, grabbing your hand and placing it on her hip “I want you, y/n” she whispers “Stop” your voice weak as you feel conflicted as you feel Iris brushing her lips against your ear and places soft kisses behind it, “Touch me, sweetheart. I need you...”.

You let out a shaky breath that you’ve been holding, trying to breathe as you’re fighting the urge to do anything. “Iris...” you try to collect your thoughts, turning your face away. Your breath hitches when Iris looks back into your eyes, stroking your cheek softly and keeping her other hand on top of the one on her hip slowly sliding it up her side. She always did this knowing how much you liked having her hand on your cheek, stroking it lightly while you looked in each other’s eyes. It was a level of intimacy that you love. She knew that. Your tears come streaming down your cheek then Iris leaned up “Kiss me” her voice barely whispers, as she stares into your eyes pulling you closer. Why kiss the lips that were on another just minutes ago. You glanced down at her lips, her lips parted inviting you so you leaned in and started kissing her. She returns your kiss, sighing in relief then whimpers as you grip her waist pushing her up against the wall. Kissing her tentatively, the touch of her hands that once had you burning with desire now pained you. The kiss didn’t feel the same anymore. Her lips slowly turning into a stranger’s. Your hand holds on the side of her neck as you start deepening the kiss searching for the love you once felt. You feel dull, empty. You couldn’t understand how Iris could be enjoying herself right now, hearing her soft moans while you felt nothing, just pain. This isn’t love anymore. You don’t want her anymore. That realization pulled you out of the trance Iris had you gripped in. Once you open your eyes, you pull back, “We’re done, Iris” you walk away covering your lips, wiping the kiss off.

“y/n!” Iris grabs your wrist and you jerk your arm away not looking at her as you pick up the pace and slightly jog away down the dark paved street.

“Are you going to keep ignoring me or are you going to answer the question, sweetheart?” Iris asks you, pulling you out of your thoughts “You lost the privilege of using that term, Iris” you kept a safe distance from her. Lee and San just glance at the two of you as you continue on “What question are you going on about anyways?” you finally return back to the present.

Iris chuckles amused to see you slightly uncomfortable and takes a step towards you as she lowers her voice, “I just wanted to know what you and Chief Beifong get up to in the late hours of the night?” Focusing back on Kuvira keeping a straight face, giving her a smirk “What are you getting at, Iris?” San’s interest is peaked as she turns to the both of you.

“I mean you know we patrol the courtyard to all the guest houses. I’ve noticed you visiting Chief Beifong quite a lot once everyone else is asleep. No matter how careful you’re trying to be, babe” you fold your arms to hide the fact that you’re balling your fists as you think of an excuse.

“Just because we’re visiting Zaofu doesn’t mean we don’t have jobs, Iris. She's the Chief of Police and I’m Captain, we’re looking after the Avatar's safety.” you calmly explain yourself as your eyes narrow watching Kuvira kick her partner’s legs down.

“Sure… y/n” Iris chuckles as she shakes her head and you turn your head at her glaring your eyes “What are you insinuating, Iris?”

she walks swaying her hips as her hand runs up your spine as she whispers in your ear. “Sweetheart, all I’m saying is I see you go in but I never see you come out until the yee hours of the early morning.” You shiver and step away from her leaving Iris to smirk as she bites her lip “Iris...shush” San grips her arm and tries to quiet her “It’s none of our business” San tries to give you a ‘sorry’ look.

You clear your throat as you remain stoic toward your ex “It really isn’t. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. What Chief Beifong and I talk about is none of your concern, and since you’re here you saved me the trouble of making a visit. You can quit asking Su about me. Do I have to remind you that you and I are through?” you look at Iris, done with the conversation.

“So Kuvira is quite the fighter” you tilt your head in Kuvira's direction. Iris scoffs as Lee forces a cough as a release from the awkward tension, “Oh yeah, she’s a beast. Her agility is insane and she’s very analytical. Always seems to be three steps ahead of everyone else. ”

“Yeah, she’s a smart and natural leader. She quickly rose through the ranks of Zaofu’s security team and she’s now the Guard Captain and still participates in Suyin’s dancing troupe. I don’t know how she does it.” San comments while the three of you watch Kuvira easily beat the officer before her.

“Kuvira is headstrong, she has discipline and knows how to work hard. It’s nice that she’s serious about being a captain guard, but I hope she opens up a bit more socially. Go out and make friends instead of just being so focused on work.” you give your former co-workers your own little analysis and watch how the sparring match has ended.

“Anyone else wanna take Kuvira on?” someone asks in the crowd and no one steps forward. You look over at Lee and San “How many has she fought?” you whisper

“This would be the third, I believe” Lee leans over at you and you look over at Kuvira who seems like she hasn’t broken a sweat. “If I remember correctly, you were quite the sparring champion” Iris leans over and whispers in your ear. A shiver goes down your spine as you step away gritting your teeth. Thinking about it before unfolding your arms and taking a step forward. “I’ll take her on” you raise your arm and jump over a bench.

“y/n are you sure?!” Lee puts his hand on your shoulder to stop you and San looks at you “yeah, don’t get reckless now” she looks concerned.

“It’s just a sparring match. What’s the harm” you give them a smile as you start unbuttoning your tunic as you jog on over to Kuvira. “Kuvira” you give her a nod as you set your tunic aside on a nearby bench, “y/n…what are you doing here?” Kuvira looks surprised to see you. You think she’s trying to figure out your angle as you get some wrapping from a nearby officer for your hands and forearms.

“Wanted to meet up with my former comrades. Glad to see captain” you give her a smile before rolling your head around and shaking your arms while the same officer hands you a set of cables.

“Whenever you’re ready, y/n” Kuvira looks at you as she rechecks her bindings and fixes the loose piece of hair that was out of place.

You nod as you set up the cables on your person and get into a fighting stance, giving her a nod “give me your best shot, Captain”

“Always, Captain” Kuvira smirks at you before she starts bending a metal sheet, hurtling it towards you. You earthbend to launch yourself and jump over it shooting your cables at her. Kuvira dodges and cables to grab hold of yours, swings you over. Your body gets jerked over and you fall onto your back retracting the cables and quickly jumping back onto your feet. Kuvira stomps her foot and sends a chuck of earth at you and you lift your fist up, letting them collide to break it into small pieces. When the dust settles you give Kuvira a playful smirk, as you build up strength and start sending a large trail toward her. Simultaneously you move a metal plate in front of her to cause her to jump back - giving you the opportunity to disrupt the plate she’s now standing on and sending large chunks of earth at her, forcing Kuvira to trip over the trail of rock then get hit backwards by the chunks of earth. You stand up and watch Kuvira do a roll and then stand up huffing - it seems to have been the closest to anyone knocking Kuvira down by the reaction of the crowd. Your eyes dart back to Kuvira as she starts sprinting towards you and sends a cable at you. Jumping over the cable you watch how close it got to almost hitting your face as then side jump facing Kuvira once again. You stand extending your cables out and proceed to spin them around, sending them toward Kuvira. She easily jumps and dodges, thinking that was your plan. You let out a laugh as you let yourself get tied up, arms against your waist, by the cables. Kuvira believes you messed up and starts sending a barrage of rocks and metal shards your way. You start dodging and spin around then kick away the pieces she aimed at you. You quickly kneel down and quickly whip a cable at her, knocking the young captain off balance falling on her back. Loosening the cables and retract them back in the holster, you straighten up and walk over to her, “Yield?” you extend your hand to her as you slightly pant.

Kuvira looks up at you, upset and embarrassed, she grabs your forearm pretending to get up before she plants her hand on your chest and wraps her leg behind your knee to knock you down. You landing hard on your back, grunting once it makes contact with the ground and seethe through your teeth as you ball your fists and jump up shoving Kuvira “What the fuck was that for?!?”

Kuvira steps back and sends a punch to your face, you lean back but don’t catch the meteorite coming from your blind spot and hits your face, cutting at your brow,, “If I had to get knocked down then so do you” she said calmly

“Kuvira!” Suyin’s voice shouts from behind the crowd and the officers begin to disperse. You rub the side of your face as you push yourself up. You spit out some blood to the side and glare at her “Learn some fucking humility, you can’t win everytime!” you rush towards her about to throw a punch when Lin grabs your fists, “y/n, stop” she urges you to calm down. “She started it. The sparring match was over.” You catch a red blob landing on your eyelash and reach up to touch it and notice the blood. Move your hand up and feel the wetness on your brow and wipe it off.

“I ended it.” Kuvira shrugs and brushes you off indifferently. Not regretting her actions as she unwraps her bindings. “I will train harder so this doesn’t happen again”

You scoff at her remark, laughing a bit at the lack of remorse from her voice, before you try to launch yourself at Kuvira and Lin pulls you back while Suyin pulls Kuvira back.

“Stand down, both of you.” Su grabs your tunic and tosses it to Lin as she puts a hand on your back and walks you out the training grounds.

“We’ll meet you at dinner, Su” Lin calls out to her sister and Su nods apologizing for Kuvira’s temper while she pulls Kuvira aside talking to her in hushed tones.

“y/n! Are you okay, sweetie?” Iris runs up to you and puts her hand on your arm on the way out. You yank her hand away “Stop calling me that. It’s been two years. Stop being so pathetic. You’re the last person who gets to fucking touch me, Iris” you spat glaring at Iris before walking off covering your mouth. Lin gives the girl a confused look before walking after you.

You wince pulling back as Lin cleans up your cut “Fuck, what is that battery acid?” you pull your face away and look up at her as she rolls her eyes

“It’s just rubbing alcohol” Lin dabs it on the cut as you lean forward on the bathroom counter mad on how that situation went down, “She got on over on you. She shouldn’t have done that. We thought it was a fair spar until she threw that punch” Lin fills a cup of warm water and adds some salt before handing it to you.

You take the cup and start swashing it in your mouth letting it coat the cut before spitting it out into the sink “She still can’t control her violent impulses, all because she was embarrassed she got knocked down in a sparring match,” you rinse your mouth then dry yourself “You watched?”

“Your cable work was nice, very fluid.” Lin grabs hold of your jaw and checks on the cut before stepping back and cleaning the counter area.

There’s a silence between the two of you as you stare down at your hand “Who was that girl you were yelling at?”

“Iris”

“Never seen you blow up like that. You’re usually pretty level-headed.”

“Yeah, well exes usually bring out the worst” you laugh shaking your head as you toss the bindings aside. Upset at yourself for that outburst covering your face with your hands. Lin lifts your head a bit to clean up the dry blood on your eyelid. You close your eyes to give her better access.

“What’d she do?”

“Cheated” No emotion to your words.

“What?” Lin stops looking down at you incredulously,

“My same response” you chuckle

“Did she leave you for a younger woman too?”

You cock an eyebrow at her “No?… oh right sorry” you groan as you rub the inner corner of your eyes. “She wanted to settle. I didn’t. She wanted marriage and kids. I didn’t want kids and marriage was up for grabs. I asked for time and space. Next thing I know, I catch her kissing a man leaving her place.” your lips twitch then suddenly you bust out laughing covering your face again.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because it’s funny” you wipe away the tears as you fight the urge to keep laughing,

“Funny? Are you having a breakdown?” Lin looks at you confused as you glance over and calm down.

“What? Spirits no. It’s just I thought I loved that woman. I was willing to compromise for her , but by the end I realized after all the sweet talking, the whole “sweetie” thing. I was being manipulated. She kept pressuring me to want what she wanted but she never listened to my needs or wants. It’s not really compromising when only one party is benefiting, right?” you chuckle as you slide off the counter and unwind the wrappings on your other forearm “Thank Raava I didn’t”. Noticing Lin hasn’t said anything, you hold her hand “You okay?” Lin snaps out of her thoughts about how she could relate to your whole compromise spiel and gives you a nod. You step behind her and wrap your arms around her laying a kiss on her shoulder, “Thank you for cleaning me up, I really love...that you’re here for me” you whisper hesitantly at the last part before letting go to head to the bed to take your boots off.

Lin stiffens up at what you almost said, she grabs the top to the alcohol bottle “You should get cleaned up so I can put this healing balm on you after. Opal’s farewell dinner is tonight” Lin packs up the first aid kit and turns to you “I’m glad we can be here for each other,” She says quietly. You smile before walking over to look at yourself in the mirror, inspecting the cut on your brow and slight bruise on your lip “Some farewell this will be. Hmm If this cut scars maybe I’ll look more badass like you” you smirk then start stripping off your clothes and head in the shower while Lin puts away the kit.

As Lin watches you from the mirror she mentally debated on whether or not she should give you space or join you. Lin starts to think that maybe you do understand her about her past relationship with Tenzin. She too felt stuck with the arguments of kids, but Lin never wanted to compromise on it. She was adamant on not wanting kids and Tenzin didn’t seem to want to listen to it - only focusing on his legacy, his wants and needs. It was all about him. Though Tenzin didn’t cheat on her, it was still a form of betrayal to her with that acolyte. It surprised her that she could relate to you since uncovering that you unfortunately went through a similar situation.

Letting the hot water hit the back of your head to get your hair get wet then turn around and lean your back on the wall. You’re startled a bit when you see Lin standing in front of you “Shit, sorry I didn’t hear you come in” you laugh softly as you look at LIn while tilting your head back and let the water run down your body.

“I need to get ready and since you have the shower on already I decided I should join”

“Perfect logic” you smile and reach for the body wash when Lin stops you “Let me…”

You stand still and curiously watch her lather the wash towel with soap and look at her as she starts washing your body. Your eyes don’t stray from Lin as she washes your body before letting the water rinse the soap away. You reach for another wash towel and lather it up with soap “You do me. I do you” you look at Lin as you start washing down her body, giving her the same attention she gave you before letting her step under the shower head. Once the soap is rinsed off you’re staring at each other letting the water rush over the both of you. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear you lean in and kiss her softly, wincing slightly but continue on.

Lin wraps her arms around pulling you close and spins your position gently walking you backwards until your back is pressed to the shower wall. Your hands run down her back as you look at her before she leans in and presses her lips on yours, you wince slightly once again, “Does it hurt?” she whispers and you shake your head “A bit, but i’ll get used to it” you hold the side of her neck and guide her into another kiss to emphasize your point. Lin’s arms roam across your waist then up to cup your breasts, her lips trailing down your jaw then down your neck. You let out a moan as you run your hand to the back of her head and change positions pinning her against the shower wall. Sliding your thigh between her legs letting it rub against her core “Lin…” whispering against her lips you lift one of her legs to wrap around your waist, your hand running along her thigh until you grip her ass. Lin moans and her breathing deeping as her body responds to your touch “y/n…”. She puts her hand up to your hair and pulls on it tilting your head back and you smirk while she kisses your neck, bringing herself to leave a bite mark. You grip her neck looking at her giving her a light squeeze before dipping your head down to kiss her neck then down to her breasts. “Your body is so intoxicating, baby” you growl on her skin. You’re about to lose yourself in Lin as you kiss your way back up, then you remember the dinner and lean your head back “As much as I’d love to have you right now, we’re going to be late for dinner” you smirk giving Lin a kiss gently biting her lip before quickly rinsing any remaining soap. Grabbing a towel for Lin and one for yourself, you wrap it around your body. You and Lin continue kissing on the way out of the shower and you’re about to step out of the bathroom when she stops you and opens a small container and carefully puts some of the healing balm on your cut. You give her a kiss before walking out the bathroom. Walking over to the bedroom door to close it before getting dressed, you pull your undergarments and pants on while Lin is getting back in the robes she had on before. “You know, as much as I’ve enjoyed seeing you wear those robes. I miss you in your armor” you smirk while pulling your tank on. “I do feel off not wearing it” Lin smoothes out the robes as she steps out the bathroom. You clean up your boots before slipping them on and walk over to Lin “Wear it tonight at dinner then” you kiss her cheek,

“Fine, I will”.

Walking into the dining room you get stopped by Su as everyone settles into their seats, “y/n before dinner begins I just wanted to apologize on behalf of Kuvira. She--” you cut her off

“--Su, you shouldn’t apologize for her. She’s old enough to do that on her own. Don’t worry about it. It just left a bruised lip and cut brow, it'll heal. It’s fine” you assured her resting your hands on her arms. “I know but as her adoptive mother I worry. You know Kuvira has had problems with her violent outbursts. She’s been better as she's gotten older but sometimes she does lose it.” you nod trying to understand Kuvira’s situation “Su, it’s okay, really. Let’s focus on Opal and enjoy dinner.” you smile and give her a nod, before excusing yourself to find an open seat. Catching the only seat available at the table which just so happened to be the seat next to Lin you happily oblige and to sit next to your beloved. Korra sits down on the other side of Lin, looks over at you and notices your slightly bruised lip and cut brow, “Woah, y/n what happened to you?” Korra sits down receiving a glare from Lin.

“Sparring match” you kept your answer short as you take a sip of your drink.

“Huh, I can heal that up if you want” Korra offers as she grabs her napkin and sets it on her lap.

“Sure, that would be nice. Thanks Korra” you smile at her before turning your attention back to the food coming out. You slide your hand under the table and lace your fingers with Lin’s and gently squeeze before letting go when Chef approaches the both of you. He sets the plates in front of you and presents the menu “Since our beloved Opal will be leaving I prepared her favorite meal, raw veggie wraps. For those who want some protein we have some seared wild Kyoshi-Elephant koi” he set the remaining plates on the table and you looked down at the wraps, “That’s nice of Chef to make Opal’s favorite” you smile and grab the napkin and settle it on your lap. “Hmm seems like a bunch of ferret food” Lin looks down unsatisfied at the raw selection and you chuckle while sliding one of the seared elephant-koi pieces onto her plate “Here, eat some protein”.

You pick up one of the wraps and start munching on it and sigh happily “Not bad” you chew your food as you look over at Lin who takes a bite. You stop chewing as you watch Lin taste the wrap and slowly get convinced “I wouldn't say it’s a favorite, but not bad”. You dab your mouth as you smile then look around and notice everyone in their own conversations.

“Did you want some of the seared fish?” Lin offers some to you and you nod “Sure, you don’t mind?” you slide your plate over so Lin can slide a piece onto your plate. “It’s fine. I don’t need this much”

“Thank you Chief, by the way nice to see you back in your armor.”

“Shut up” Lin looks down at her plate but you notice her lips curling up fighting a smile as you look down at your plate and taste the fish. It’s even better than the first day of the visit, it just melts in your mouth the citrus and herbs that blend with the fish. “So any idea on what the next move is?” you take a drink from your cup as you cut yourself another bite of the fish. “Well with Opal leaving tonight. We can leave first thing tomorrow morning” Lin goes over the travel plans with you and you nod understanding, “Sounds good. Hopefully Opal’s trip goes smoothly.”

You hear the sound of a metallic object tapping against a glass three times and see Su has stood up with her glass raised. “Everyone, if I could have your attention, please. Tonight, my beautiful little girl leaves for the Northern Air Temple.” She places a hand on her necklace “Opal, none of us could be more proud of you. You're an incredible daughter, sister, friend,...” she lays a hand on her daughter's shoulder “and soon-to-be…” Su bends down a bit and Opal rests against her mother's shoulder “..airbending master.” Su lays a kiss on Opal's head. You look over at Opal’s brothers and notice Huan slightly annoyed at the emotions going on in the room, Wing and Wei look slightly emotional to see their sister leaving as they sniffle. Huan looks at the twins and rolls his eyes. You slide your hand under the table and lace your fingers with Lin’s again as you smile proudly at the airbender. Su raises her glass up high “Here's to Opal. May she help lead us into a new era.” Everyone raises their glasses and says in unison “To Opal!”. You smile as you drink then add in “Opal, the living representation of the Beifong family symbol. The flying boar”. Here's to a new life of adventure for Opal. At least now there is hopefully one more Beifong near Republic City for Lin to interact with.

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